Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head,
One thought of Thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed.
Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head,
One thought of Thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed.
But I stand silently before the Lord, waiting for Him to rescue me. For salvation comes from Him alone.
When my heart is faint and overwhelmed, lead me to the mighty, towering Rock of safety.
O lead me to the rock
That’s high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
Psalm 60 Poem by Isaac Watts Lord, hast thou cast the nation off?Must we for ever mourn?Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?Shall mercy ne’er return? The terror of one frown of thineMelts all our strength away;Like men that totter drunk with wine,We tremble in dismay. Great […]
Have ye forgot, or never knew,
That God will judge the judges too?
My God in whom are all the springs,
Of boundless love, and grace unknown,
Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,
Till the dark cloud is overblown.
Your kindness and love are as vast as the heavens. Your faithfulness is higher than the skies.
I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.
I am trusting God—oh, praise his promises! I am not afraid of anything mere man can do to me! Yes, praise his promises.