Saturday, August 08, 2020

Saturday Synaxis

Lord, when iniquities abound, 
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold,
Is not Thy chariot hastening on? 
Hast Thou not given this sign?
May we not trust and live upon 
A promise so divine?
Thy word, like silver seven times tried,
Through ages shall endure;
The men that in Thy truth confide 
Shall find Thy promise sure.

- from a hymn of Isaac Watts