The Hidden Source

Thou hidden Source of calm repose,
  Thou all-sufficient Love divine,
My help and refuge from my foes,
  Secure I am while Thou art mine;
And lo! from sin, and grief, and shame,
  I hide me, Jesus, in Thy Name.

Jesus, my All-in-All Thou art:
  My rest in toil, my ease in pain,
The healing of my broken heart,
  In war my peace,
  In loss my gain,
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown;
In shame my glory and my crown,
  In want my plentiful supply,
  In weakness my almighty power,
  In bonds my perfect liberty,
My light in Satan's darkest hour,
  In grief my joy unspeakable,
My life in death: my All-n-All.
                       by Charles Wesley, 1707-1788

Thoughts on our grandchild:

How are Thy servants blest, O Lord!
  How sure is their defense!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
  Their help Omnipotence.

From all our griefs and fears, O Lord,
  Thy mercy sets us free;
While in the confidence of prayer
  Our hearts take hold on Thee.
In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
  Thy goodness we adore;
We praise Thee for Thy mercies past,
  And humbly hope for more.

Our life, while Thou preservest life,
  A sacrifice shall be;
And death, when death shall be our lot,
  Shall join our souls to Thee.
                          by Joseph Addison,1671-1719

He who promised is faithful.

Hebrews10:23

 

My hope cometh from the Lord,

Who made heaven and earth.

Psalm 121:2