Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. (Psa. 23:4‑5)
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. (Psa. 30:5)
When He leads through some valley of trouble, His omnipotent hand we trace; For the trials and sorrows He sends us Are part of His lessons in grace.
So we’ll follow wherever He leadeth, Let the path be dreary or bright; For we’ve proved that our God can give comfort; Our God can give songs in the night.
No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this life; that he may please Him who hath chosen him to be a soldier. (2 Tim. 2:4)
As the servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart. (Eph. 6:6)
Then every little service, of hand or pen or voice, Becomes, if He has asked it, the service of my choice, And from my own desires ’tis not so hard to part, If once I know I follow so, His wiser will and heart.
The Son of Man shall come in the glory of His Father with His angels; and then He shall reward every man according to his works. Verily I say unto you, There be some standing here, which shall not taste of death, till they see the Son of Man coming in His kingdom. (Matt. 16:27‑28)
If ye call on the Father, who without respect of persons judgeth according to every man’s work, pass the time of your sojourning here in fear. (1 Peter 1:17)
Then let our gladsome praise resound, And let us in His work abound, Whose blessed name is love; We’re sure our labor’s not in vain, For we with Him ere long shall reign — With Jesus dwell above.
The king said unto Zadok, Carry back the ark of God into the city: if I shall find favor in the eyes of the Lord, He will bring me again, and show me both it, and His habitation: but if He thus say, I have no delight in thee; behold, here am I, let Him do to me as seemeth good unto Him. (2 Sam. 15:25‑26)
Oh how great is Thy goodness, which Thou hast laid up for them that fear Thee. (Psa. 31:19)
Can we count redemption’s treasure, Scan the glory of God’s love? Such shall be the boundless measure Of His blessings from above; All we ask or think, and more, He will give in bounteous store; He can fill and satisfy; God shall all your need supply.
The first of the firstfruits of thy land thou shalt bring unto the house of the Lord thy God. (Ex. 35:29)
He saw also a certain poor widow casting in thither two mites. And He said, Of a truth I say unto you, that this poor widow hath cast in more than they all: for all these have of their abundance cast in unto the offerings of God: but she of her penury hath cast in all the living that she had. (Luke 21:2‑4)
Forbid it, Lord, that we should boast, Save in the death of Christ, our God; All the vain things that charm us most, We’d sacrifice them to His blood.
Were the whole realm of nature ours, That were an offering far too small; Love that transcends our highest powers, Demands our soul, our life, our all.