When mortal woe the will of courage tries
And forces us to think of more than This
When we look at our hands and realize
How small and dependent their Doing is
When time, as its slips by beneath the sun
(The way that it has
always done, and yet)
We start to see, in seasons as they run
Like rivers full of leaf, to summer’s set
… and Something we cannot attain, but strain
Toward, the way hungering man will do
Because we want assurance to sustain
Us in life’s compromises we pass through
When grope-grope-groping, the heart longs for song
But cannot find the notes to fit the tongue
When hope-hope-hoping we try to be strong
But hope needs more than hope to lean upon
When mortal woe the will of courage tries
And forces us to think of more than This
Oh, pray that we may come to realize
Hope’s absolute assurance of God IS
© Janet Martin
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!
In his great
mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope
through the
resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,
1 Pet.1:3
(Follow the link, then follow the links to each word)
Love the third-fourth line in this song...
'what more can he say than to you He hath said?
To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled!'
...another fav by Fernando
