1 Peter 5:7
In 1740, Charles Wesley penned the words to the timeless hymn, “Jesus, Lover of My Soul”. Without question, he had in his mind the words of the sweet psalmist David when he fled from Saul in the cave. “Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast” (Ps. 57:1). The first two verses of Wesley’s hymn read as follows:
1. Jesus, lover of my soul,
let me to thy bosom fly,
while the nearer waters roll,
while the tempest still is high;
hide me, O my Savior, hide,
till the storm of life is past;
safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!
2. Other refuge have I none;
hangs my helpless soul on thee;
leave, ah! leave me not alone,
still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed,
all my help from thee I bring;
cover my defenseless head
with the shadow of thy wing.
We are living in an age of mounting pressure, not least for the Christian. All around we are beset with many cares and vexing thoughts. How are we to bear up under this pressure? What are we to do with all our cares and anxieties? Peter instructs us: “Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you”. I trust that this sermon will offer to you much comfort and encouragement, as you set your heart to serve the Lord amidst a troubled world.