‘WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING.’
It fortifies my soul to know
That, though I perish, Truth is so:
That, howsoe’er I stray and range,
Whate’er I do, Thou dost not change.
I steadier step when I recall
That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
IN STRATIS VIARUM.
Blessed are those who have not seen,
And who have yet believed