VII. Hope.
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"When the water-floods of grief Round thy helpless head shall rise, When there seemeth no relief, Lift thy gaze to yonder skies; There behold how radiantly Beams the star of Hope divine! Yesterday it shone for thee, And to-day it still shall shine. Ask no aid the world can give, Looking unto Jesus, live!"
"When I ask the question, 'Why art thou cast down, O my soul?' I am ashamed of the answer that must be returned. What if property, credit, health, friends and relatives were all lost; thou hast a Father, a friend, an advocate, a comforter, a mansion, a treasure in heaven."—Bishop Hall.
"Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance."—Verse 5.