Our feet from falling?–yes; our eyes from tears?
We do not know!
Not always richest in the sunniest years
Our harvests grow.
Our hearts are stony, like our native soil–
The tears of pain,
Wrung from our eyes by bitter grief and toil
The softening rain.
Yet pray we still, Lord, though Thou bidst us weep
Thy sun appears
Breaking through clouds of sorrow, thou wilt keep
Our eyes from tears.
The promise of heaven is very alluring to Christian hope. But how can we get there? Perils seen and unseen beset the way, and we have no strength to defend ourselves or to keep our lives from hurt. To meet these dangers, however, we have the promise of a Guide who is able to guard us on all the way from falling, even from stumbling, and to bring us at last unharmed, without blemish, to the door of our Father’s house.
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