The blest recollection,
Of kindness returned.
When day hath departed,
And memory keeps,
Her watch, broken hearted,
Where all she loves sleeps,
Let falsehood assail not,
Nor envy disprove,
And trifles prevail not,
Against those whom you love.
Nor change with the morrow,
Should fortune take wing,
The deeper the sorrow,
The closer still cling!
Be kind to each other,
The night’s coming on,
When friend and when brother,
Will surely be gone.
The words washed over Eliza’s soul, bringing tears to her eyes. That was the kind of love she was looking for in a church. Genuine love and care for one another. She tugged a small handkerchief out of her handbag and dabbed at her eyes, then glanced around the room.
Several others were wiping at their eyes. Sniffles and amens rippled through the small group.
The man up front cleared his throat, clearly moved by the song himself. “It was our joy to celebrate the homegoing of Mr. Vickers this past week. I know he impacted practically every person in this room. This was his favorite hymn and Ithought it would be very fitting for us to sing it together this morning.” He flipped several pages in the book. “Now let’s move a few pages over. ‘He Hideth My Soul’”
As the group began to sing, her heart rejoiced and sent another thank-you to heaven. She’d have to express her appreciation to Devin for spurring her to try another church.
A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord
A wonderful Savior to me
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
Where rivers of pleasure I see
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry thirsty land
He hideth my life in the depths of His love
And covers me there with His hand
