things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, what- soever things are of good, report, since there is virtue and since there is praise, think on these things.”
may be in the home, in that humdrum job that you have, or in some other circumstances that surround you. But, say, there is a wonderful way out of prison. You know what it is? Paul says, “Just think your way out.” Listen again, “Whatsoever PERFECT PEACE I LOOK NOT BACK— God knows the fruitless efforts, The wasted hours, the sinning and regrets; I leave them all with Him who blots the record, And graciously forgives, and then for gets. I LOOK NOT FORWARD— God sees all the future, The road that short or long, will lead me home; And He will face with me its every trial, And bear for me the burden that may come. I LOOK NOT AROUND— then would fears assail me, So wild the tumult of life's restless sea; So dark the world, so filled with war and evil, So vain the hope of comfort and of ease. I LOOK NOT INWARD— that would make me wretched. For I have naught on which to stay my trust; Nothing I see but failures and short comings, And weak endeavors crumbling into dust. BUT I LOOK UP— into the face of JESUS! For there my heart can rest, my fears are stilled; And there is joy, and love, and light for darkness, And perfect peace, and every hope fulfilled.
TIME TO TRUST When is the time to trust? Is it when all is calm, When waves the victor's palm, And life is one glad psalm Of joy and praise? Nay! but the time to trust Is when the waves beat high, When storm clouds fill the sky. And prayer is one long cry, O help and save! Is it when comforts woo, And in all we say and do We meet but praise? Nay! but the time to trust Is when we stand alone, And summer birds have flown And every prop is gone, All else but God. When is the time to trust? Is it when friends are true? When is the time to trust? Is it some future day When you have tried your way. And learned to trust and pray By bitter woe? Nay! but the time to trust Is in this moment's need Poor, broken, bruised reed! Poor, troubled soul, make speed To trust thy God. What is the time to trust? Is it when hopes beat high, When sunshine gilds the sky, And joy and ecstacy Fill all the heart? Nay! but the time to trust Is when our joy is fled, When sorrow bows the head, And all is cold and dead. All else but God!
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