Where is Peace in Evil Times
Under Thy wings, my God, I rest, Under Thy shadow safely lie; By Thy own strength in peace possessed, While dreaded evils pass me by. A.L. Waring
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Know that I Am Blest
It is not that I feel less weak, but Thou Wilt be my strength; it is not that I see Less sin; but more of pardoning love with Thee, And all-sufficient grace. Enough! And now All fluttering thought is stilled; I only rest, And feel that Thou art near, and know that I…
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Take Comfort in a Steadfast Mercy
Though waves and storms go o’er my head, Though strength and health and friends be gone, Though joys be withered all, and dead, Though every comfort be withdrawn, On this my steadfast soul relies,— Father! Thy mercy never dies. JOHANN A. ROTHE
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Growth Requires Both the Sunshine and the Rain
We have only to be patient, to pray, and to do His will, according to our present light and strength, and the growth of the soul will go on. The plant grows in the mist and under clouds as truly as under sunshine. So does the heavenly principle within. W. E. CHANNING.
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When We In Darkness Walk
When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heavenly flame, Then is the time to trust our God, And rest upon His name.
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What Life Are You Planting?
Plant in us a humble mind, Patient, pitiful, and kind; Meek and lowly let us be, Full of goodness, full of Thee. Charles Wesley
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The Secret of a Peaceful Life
Just to let thy Father do What He will; Just to know that He is true, And be still; Just to trust Him, this is all! Then the day will surely be Peaceful, whatsoe’er befall, Bright and blessed, calm and free. F. R. HAVERGAL
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What is the Secret of Life
The highest pinnacle of the spiritual life is not happy joy in unbroken sunshine, but absolute and undoubting trust in the love of God. A.W. Thorold
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How to Be a Different Kind of Woman
The fact that I’m a woman doesn’t make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I’m a Christian does make me a different kind of woman. Elisabeth Elliott
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Feeling Discouraged? Look to God!
Discouraged in the work of life,Disheartened by its load,Shamed by its failures or its fears,I sink beside the road;—But let me only think of Thee,And then new heart springs up in me. S. LONGFELLOW
