These all, having obtained a good report through faith, received not the promise: God having provided some better thing for us, that they without us should not be made perfect. (Heb. 11:39‑40)
And then shall be the blest reception Of God’s dear children meeting from afar; Within His burning love they stand as one — Yet each, according as His counsels are, Shall have peculiar glory all his own.
Come Thou quickly, Jesus, from above — Do Thou sustain us on the desert road, And draw us after Thee by might of love; O Thou our everlasting, sure abode — Are safe in Thee; no longer we shall roam.
I will cause them to walk by the rivers of waters in a straight way, wherein they shall not stumble. (Jer. 31:9)
When I said, My foot slippeth; Thy mercy, O Lord, held me up. (Psa. 94:18)
And thus it is on our homeward way, Oft rugged, and not so clear, One walks by our side each passing day, And we thrill at His voice so dear; Though our tear-dimmed eyes are holden at times, And His smile we fail to see, He is ever near, and in love divine Watches o’er us tenderly.
They shall smite the judge of Israel with a rod upon the cheek. (Mic. 5:1)
I gave My back to the smiters, and My cheeks to them that plucked off the hair: I hid not My face from shame and spitting. (Isa. 50:6)
Pilate therefore took Jesus, and scourged Him. And said, Hail, King of the Jews! and they smote Him with their hands. (John 19:1,3)
O Head! once full of bruises, So full of pain and scorn, Mid other sore abuses Mocked with a crown of thorn; O Head! e’en now surrounded With brightest majesty, In death once bowed and wounded On the accursed tree.
Thy tacklings are loosed; they could not well strengthen their mast; they could not spread the sail. (Isa. 33:23)
Oh thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colors, and lay thy foundations with sapphires. (Isa. 54:11)
In the day when I cried Thou answeredst me, and strengthenedst me with strength in my soul. (Psa. 138:3)
Still will I trust, though all my hopes lie shattered In broken fragments at my feet; Though all my plans, like driven leaves, are scattered By winds of darkness and defeat; For in my need I hear my Savior saying, In answer to my pleading and my praying, “I am thy God; be not afraid; I will be near; be not dismayed.”
We look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal. (2 Cor. 4:18)
To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you. (1 Peter 1:4)
Carry on, oh beloved; The evening is at hand, And desolate and fearful The solitary land; Take heart! The rest eternal Awaits our weary feet; From strength to strength press onwards, The end, how passing sweet!