Can God furnish a table in the wilderness? (Psa. 78:19)
My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus. (Phil. 4:19)
Who shall tell our untold need, Deeply felt, though scarcely known! Who the hungering soul can feed, Guard, and guide, but God alone? Blessed promise! While we see Earthly friends must powerless be, Earthly fountains quickly dry: God shall all your need supply.
Set me as a seal upon Thine heart, as a seal upon Thine arm: for love is strong as death. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned. (Song of Sol. 8:6‑7)
Love that no tongue can teach, Love that no thought can reach, No love like His; God is its blessed source; Death ne’er can stop its course; Nothing can stay its force; Matchless it is.
Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ. As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all men, especially unto them who are of the household of faith. (Gal. 6:2,10)
Thanksgiving, oh, thanksgiving, For the friends who hold us dear, For the lives that yet may need us For their guidance and their cheer, For the work that waits our doing, For the help we can bestow, For our Lord who watches o’er us Wheresoe’er our steps may go.
The Lord, which stretcheth forth the heavens, and layeth the foundation of the earth, and formeth the spirit of man within him. (Zech. 12:1)
Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. (Matt. 11:28)
I am the Lord that healeth thee. (Ex. 15:26)
I heard the voice of Jesus say, “Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast”; I came to Jesus as I was, Weary and worn and sad; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad.
This is the Father’s will which hath sent Me, that of all which He hath given Me I should lose nothing. (John 6:39)
It came to pass, that they escaped all safe to land. (Acts 27:44)
There I shall dwell forever, No more a stranger guest, With all Thy blood-bought children In everlasting rest; The pilgrim toils forgotten, The pilgrim conflicts o’er, All earthly griefs behind us, Eternal joys before!