| Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me. What shall I say? He hath both spoken unto me, and Himself hath done it. (Isa. 38:14‑15) |
| Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God. (Psa. 43:5) |
Then, still! Oh, still! for the Father knows
What you know not,
The need and the thorn and the shadow
Linked with the fairest lot;
Knows the wisest exemption
From many an unseen snare,
Knows what will keep you nearest,
Knows what you could not bear. |
