HERE be four things which are little upon the earth, but they are exceeding wise;
“The ants are a people not strong, yet they prepare their meat in the summer.
“The conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in the rocks;
The locusts have no king, yet go they forth all of them by bands;
“Not strong, O Lord, are we,
Yet Thou hast given us grace,
Before the winter storms shall come,
In heaven our everlasting home
Our treasure sure to place.
A “feeble folk” are we,
A little trembling flock,
Yet have we, Lord, no cause to fear,
For our defence, our shelter near,
Art Thou, the eternal Rock!
No earthly guide have we
To move beneath his sway,
Yet onward steadily we go,
Passing through scenes of night below,
To realms of cloudless day.
Despised of men are we!
Yet with faith’s hand we cling
To Thee, the Lord our righteousness
Whose blood has given us such a place,
The palace of the King.
We praise Thy sovereign grace
Who didst the place devise,
Whereby the little ones and weak,
The poor in spirit and the meek,
Should be exceeding wise.
Messages of God’s Love 1/28/1934