But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.” The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him. It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.
Lamentations 3:22-26 (ESV)
Humanity’s whims, a fleeting gust,
Dissolve before the Rock we trust—
Gemstones gleam in sacred lines,
Scriptures glow with truth divine.
Blessed Christ, so pure, so near,
A friendship steadfast, void of fear—
Upon this stone, we rise, we stand,
Receiving grace from nail-scarred hands.
Oh, the confidence we claim,
In Jesus Christ, eternal flame!
His steadfast love, a ceaseless tide,
Flows ever sure, deep and wide.
No idol forged by sin’s frail art,
Can sway the Savior’s constant heart—
Unchanging, boundless, free from stain,
His mercy breaks each mortal chain.
This doctrine sings, a holy stream,
A beauty born of heaven’s dream—
For the steadfast love of God endures,
A chorus vast, forever pure.
Never ceasing, never still,
It crowns the soul, it bends the will.
Again, it rings—unfading, true—
His love remakes the world anew.
So, kin in Christ, with joy arise,
Let rapture dance in lifted eyes—
Go sing, go shout, this anthem share,
A fragrant hope to fill the air.