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O Lord, What trust do I have in this life?
What is my greatest comfort of all the things which are seen under heaven?
Is it not you, O Lord my God, whose mercies are without number?
Have I ever been well without you?
And how has evil fled when you are near?
I would rather be poor with you than be rich without you.
I choose to be a pilgrim on earth with you than without you in the heavens.
Where you are, there is heaven.
And where you are not, there is death and hell.
You alone are my desire and, therefore,
I must groan and cry out earnestly for you.
In short, I depend fully on you – and you alone –
to help me in the necessities of life.
You are my hope.
You are my trust.
You are my comforter and most faithful friend in all things.
All people seek their own desires,
but you desire my salvation and my good.
You work all things to my good.
Even though I am exposed to many temptations and adversities,
you have planned all of this for my good.
You want to prove your love to me in a thousand ways.
In these temptations and adversities,
you should not be loved or praised any less
than when you were filling me with heavenly comfort.
In you therefore, O Lord God, I put all my hope and security.
I lay all my trials and anguish upon you,
because I find everything and everyone else to be weak and unstable.
Without you yourself to assist me, I find no comfort, instruction, or safety.
Many friends are not helpful or comforting.
Wise counselors do not give useful answers.
Books by learned authors do not always console or provide deliverance.
Beautiful, secret hideaways do not shelter.
For all things which promise peace and joy are insufficient without you present.
So, you are the source of all goodness, fullness of life, and peace in my soul.
Hope in you is the strongest comfort for your servants.
“I look to you for help, O Sovereign Lord. You are my refuge.” – Psalm 141:8
In you, O God, Father of mercies, I put my complete trust.
Thomas à Kempis, 1379-1471, German monk
The Imitation of Christ Book 3 Chapter 59
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Let all that I am wait quietly before God,
for my hope is in him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress where I will not be shaken.
My victory and honor come from God alone.
He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me.
O my people, trust in him at all times.
Pour out your heart to him,
for God is our refuge.
for my hope is in him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress where I will not be shaken.
My victory and honor come from God alone.
He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me.
O my people, trust in him at all times.
Pour out your heart to him,
for God is our refuge.








