Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.

Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.

Blessed are those who wash their robes,

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;

See, I have refined you, though not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.

The Wisdom of a Silent Heart
Guard your steps when you go to the house of God.

You have exalted my horn like that of a wild ox; fine oils have been poured on me

A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.