11. I will remember the works of the Lord. Fly back, my soul, away from present turmoils, to the grandeurs of
history, the sublime deeds of Jehovah, the Lord of Hosts; for he is the same
and is ready even now to defend his servants as in days gone by. Surely I will remember thy wonders of old. Whatever else may glide into oblivion,
the marvelous works of the Lord in the ancient days must not be forgotten. When
faith has its seven years of famine, memory like Joseph in Egypt opens her
granaries.
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