I Will Trust Him
"Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him."
I recall, when I was young, That I thought these words the bravest Ever said by mortal tongue. For my heart knew only laughter, And my feet were light and fleet; And my blood was warm and singing So the breath of life was sweet. "Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him." That were easy now to say, Just my Lord and I together Slipping quietly away. Just a moment of the anguish I have long since learned to bear; Then to sleep - to dream of heaven - Wake and find that I am there! "Yet a little while, my daughter," Thus one day I heard Him say, "I know all thy love and yearning" Yet I bid thee longer stay In that weary, broken body, Which has suffered overlong. Stay, tired heart, homesick for heaven, Stay and praise Me with a song." "Though He slays me, I will trust Him; Though He bids me go or stay; For His blessed shining presence Will be with me all the way. - Martha Snell Nicholson Philippians 1:20-21 According to my earnest expectation and my hope, that in nothing I shall be ashamed, but that with all boldness, as always, so now also Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether it be by life, or by death. For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.
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