| The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid. In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: He heard my voice out of His temple, and my cry came before Him, even into His ears. (Psa. 18:4,6) |
| The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear Him, and delivereth them. (Psa. 34:7) |
All the path the saints are treading,
Trodden by the Son of God;
All the sorrows they are feeling,
Felt by Him along the road:
All the darkness and the sorrow
From around and from within,
All the joy and all the triumph,
He passed through apart from sin. |
