in the midst of our security we should have perished every hour, but that
He sheltered us “from the terror by night and from the arrow that flieth by
day”–from the powers of evil that walk in darkness, from snares of our own
evil will. He has kept us even against ourselves, and saved us even from
our own undoing. Let us read the traces of His hand in all our ways, in all
the events, the chances, the changes of this troubled state. It is He that
folds and feeds us, that makes us to go in and out,–to be faint, or to
find pasture,–to lie down by the still waters, or to walk by the way that
is parched and desert.