I, even I, am he who comforts you. Who are you that you fear mere mortals, human beings who are but grass
The tear that is wiped with a little address may be followed, perhaps, by a smile.
You turned my wailing into dancing; You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy
♫ … Is the most wonderful time of the year… ♫
CHRISTMAS IS COMING!
Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.
When I said, “My foot is slipping,” your unfailing love, LORD, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy.
He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?
Let everything that has breath praise the LORD. Praise the LORD.