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Then tell me, is it not enough

To feel that, when the path is rough

And the sky dark and the rain cold,

His promise standeth as of old?

When heaven and earth have passed away

Only His righteous Word shall stay,

And we shall know His will is best.

Behold: He is a haven-rest,

A sheltering-rock, a hiding place,

For runners steadfast in the race;

Who, toiling for a little space,

Had light through faith when sight grew dim,

And offered all their world to Him.

["I do set my bow in the cloud" Genesis 9:13]