In His Hands

In His Hands


‘Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt
Our feelings come and go;
Our best estate is tossed about
In ceaseless ebb and flow.
No mood of feeling, form of thought

Is constant for a day;
But thou, 0 Lord, thou changest not:
The same thou art alway.

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The Valour and Victories of Faith


—Ralph Erskine

By faith I unseen Being see,
Forth lower beings call,
And say to nothing, Let it be;
And nothing hatches all.

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