Like a River Glorious
In the old church hymnal, Frances Havergal, paints a moving picture with song, yet with a constant under-girding of calm.
Like a river glorious, Is God’s perfect peace, Over all victorious In it’s bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth Fuller every day, Perfect, yet it groweth Deeper all the way.
Stayed upon Jehovah, Hearts are fully blest; Finding as He promised, Perfect peace and rest.
Like a river glorious, is God’s perfect peace!
Hidden in the hollow Of His blessed hand, Never foe can follow Never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry, Not a shade of care, Not a blast of hurry Touch the Spirit there.
“Then, like a river glorious I desire to be. Moving steadily on, Dear Lord, in trust of Your security. Hide me in the hollow of Your great hand, mighty.
Reliable and more.
This world spins out of control leaving me fatigued and confused. Take me the way I am. Move me, like a river glorious.
Transform me, because You can—through Your gracious and gentle Hand.
Perfect, yet it floweth Fuller every day, Perfect, yet it groweth Deeper all the way.
Peace. Rest. Victorious. Bright increase. Words speak. As the stars across the heavens at night. As an abundance of roses on a stem. Wherever I may be, Lord, let this hymn energize me to believe.”
Could it be? Words, lead me, to my refuge and help? The pages in a hymnal read aloud. A remedy constant to revive. I turn to it’s page. I find Rock of Ages, on the other side.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me let me hide myself in Thee.”
The Lord is speaking. He is ministering to me. Like a River Glorious, a Rock of Ages that I might hide. Two different pictures, bringing about a solid theme, that wherever I go, I am being held and protected from Fear and Anxiety, two of my greatest foes.
Peace came to this furious world. Willing to allow the water and the blood from His wounded side to flow. . . His death gives life to me, and all the people of the world, who see.
Like a River Glorious.
These words are living. Hymns teach of hope! Refreshment and revival. “Stayed on Jehovah, hearts fully blest! Finding, as He promised, Perfect peace and rest!”
Moving forward, constant. Like a River Glorious. Yet, Stayed on Jehovah, our mighty God, Hidden in the hollow Of His blessed hand, Never foe can follow, Never traitor stand.
To this morning meditation, let all the people say, “Amen.”