The Lord is my strength and song, and is become my salvation.—Psalm cxviii. 14.
He that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is His name.
He hath shewed strength with his arm; He hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.—Luke, i. 49, 51.
Vigour from toil, from trouble patience grows.
The weakly blossom, warm in summer bower,
Some tints of transient beauty may disclose;
But ah! it withers in the chilling hour.
Mark yonder oaks! Superior to the power
Of all the warring winds of heaven they rise,
And from the stormy promontory tower,