Through The Storm

O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
our shelter from the stormy blast,
and our eternal home.

Under the shadow of thy throne,
still may we dwell secure;
sufficient is thine arm alone,
and our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
or earth received her frame,
from everlasting, thou art God,
to endless years the same.

A thousand ages, in thy sight,
are like an evening gone;
short as the watch that ends the night,
before the rising sun.

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
bears all who breathe away;
they fly forgotten, as a dream
dies at the opening day.

O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come;
be thou our guide while life shall last,
and our eternal home

Isaac Watts



			

Jesus Cares

“Does Jesus care when my heart is pained, too deeply for mirth or song

As the burdens press and the cares distress, and the way grows weary and long?

Oh yes, He cares, I know He cares, His heart is touched with my grief

When the days are weary, the long nights dreary, I know my Savior cares

Does Jesus care when I’ve tried and failed, to resist some temptation strong

When for my deep grief there is no relief, though my tears flow all the night long?

Does Jesus care when I’ve said, “Goodbye” to the dearest on earth to me

And my sad heart aches till it nearly breaks, is it aught to Him? Does He see?

Oh yes, He cares, I know He cares, His heart is touched with my grief

When the days are weary, the long nights dreary

I know my Savior cares.”

Sonny James