This God is our God for ever and ever: He will be our guide even unto death.—PS. xlviii. 14.

For the Lord shall be thy confidence.—PROV. iii. 26.

  Be still, my soul! Thy God doth undertake
    To guide the future, as He has the past:
  Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake,
    All now mysterious shall be bright at last.


He has kept and folded us from ten thousand ills when we did not know it: in the midst of our security we should have perished every hour, but that He sheltered us “from the terror by night and from the arrow that flieth by day”—from the powers of evil that walk in darkness, from snares of our own evil will. He has kept us even against ourselves, and saved us even from our own undoing. Let us read the traces of His hand in all our ways, in all the events, the chances, the changes of this troubled state. It is He that folds and feeds us, that makes us to go in and out,—to be faint, or to find pasture,—to lie down by the still waters, or to walk by the way that is parched and desert.


We are never without help. We have no right to say of any good work, it is too hard for me to do, or of any sorrow, it is too hard for me to bear; or of any sinful habit, it is too hard for me to overcome.