“PSA119.49 Remember the word unto thy servant, upon which thou hast caused me to hope. PSA119.50 This is my comfort in my affliction: for thy word hath quickened me.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tablets yet unbroken: The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
