Trust God where you cannot trace Him. Do not try to penetrate the cloud He brings over you; rather look to the bow that is in it. The mystery is God's; the promise is yours. -- John Macduff, Scottish pastor, 1818-1895.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way, though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains tremble at its swelling. There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns (Psalm 46:1-5).
A hymn to read, sing, hum, or whistle to the glory of God: Christ, of All My Hopes the Ground,Ralph Wardlaw, 1817)
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