Other than the word of God, few things stir my soul like a good hymn. Below is the final stanza from the hymn, "Glorious Things Of Thee Are Spoken", by John Newton (1725-1807). As you prepare to face an unbelieving world for another week, may Newton's words be your resolve:
Savior, if of Zion’s city,
I through grace a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy Name.
Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion’s children know.
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