In His Hands

Lord of Hosts,
How great is Your love for Your people;
Its richness cannot be fathomed by any in heaven or on earth,
And its depths will never be plumbed by man or angel.
The King of Kings, the friend of sinners,
Never experienced a moment's disobedience,
And was wholly unacquainted with failure--
But still it pleased You to crush Him.

The One who did not spare His own Son, the perfect God-Man,
But delivered Him up for the transgressions of many--
Surely this is the God who will uphold us in the trial
And whose great love we can never escape.
Think you, O saved one, secure in His salvation,
That you can flee too far from His presence,
That you can ascend the highest mount or descend the deepest sea,
And remove His favor from you eternally?

No, height nor depth can separate you from the love of God,
And mimicking Jonah's cowardly flight before Him
Will not exempt You from his ever-present love,
And His mercies which are new every morning.
He does not love as man loves,
And is not fickle in His affections for us.
We can be confident that we are forever safe in His hands
And that our resting place is a sure promise.