Joy at the Morn

Joy at the Morn

 

In Thee, O Lord, do I put all my trust,

 For Thy great mercies are faithful and just;

For Thou art my Rock and my High Tower,

 And Thou art my Fortress, Thou art my Power.

 

For Thy Name’s sake leadest Thou me;

 My spirit I commit unto Thee;

Though oft I be weary, and sighing with grief,

 Thy marvellous kindness hath shewn me relief.

 

The times of my life are in Thy hand;

 Deliver me from enemies in the land;

Upon Thy servant make Thy light shine;

 Then will I extol Thy Name divine.

 

I’ll be of good courage; Thou hast strengthened my heart;

 I’ll hope in the Lord, for my God Thou art.

By favour Thou makest my mountain stand strong;

 Unto Thee I’ll give thanks, all the day long.

 

Thou liftest me up, that my foes can’t rejoice;

 I will sing unto Thee with jubilant voice!

And though my weeping may endure for a night,

 The Lord will send joy at the morn’s early light!

 

 

 

Psalms 30, 31, 144; Lamentations 3

With love to my daughter’s dear friend, Joy

--a lovely name for a lovely girl who brings just that--joy.

 

June 1994