Sunday, March 13, 2011

turn your eyes


Thou art my hiding-place;
Thou shalt preserve me from trouble;
Thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance.
PSALM 32:7

 Fearest sometimes that thy Father
Hath forgot?
When the clouds around thee gather,
Doubt Him not.
Always hath the daylight broken,--
Always hath He comfort spoken,--
Better hath He been for years
Than thy fears.
KARL RUDOLPH HAGENBACH

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