Sometimes I need to go to the old hymns to find comfort. This is just such a day. God’s arm is not too short or His power less than what I need for comfort when tears of sorrow come for a stillbirth, or when the ten people with cancer I am currently praying for are suffering, or when I grow weary of the hostility and anger displayed in current national discourse.
This hymn, penned in the 1700’s by Nicolaus Zinzendorf and translated by John Wesley comes to mind. May it bless your day:
“O Thou to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light;
Search, prove my heart, it yearns for Thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free!
If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while Thou, my God art near.
When rising floods my soul o’erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe;
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
Saviour, where’er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee,
O Let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill!”
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