In Every Trying Hour
In every trying hour
My soul to Jesus flies;
I trust in His almighty power,
When swelling billows rise.
His comforts bear me up;
I trust a faithful God;
The sure foundation of my hope
Is in my Savior’s blood.
Loud hallelujahs sing
To our Redeemer’s name,
In joy or sorrow—life or death—
His love is still the same.
Words: John Killinghall, 1740.
The Happy Wonderer ~ ellen b. 
…I hope that things are going well with you.
Hi my dear friend. Thank you for such encouragement. Sending prayers for a complete recovery of your husband. God bless you and yours. Blessings.
Comforting words knowing God is with us always.
I will never leave you nor forsake you!