Hannah Triumphant

And Hannah prayed, and said, My heart rejoiceth in the Lord,
mine horn is exalted in the Lord: my mouth is enlarged over mine enemies; because I rejoice in thy salvation.
There is none holy as the Lord: for there is none beside thee: neither is there any rock like our God.
Talk no more so exceedingly proudly; let not arrogancy come out of your mouth: for the Lord is a God of knowledge, and by him actions are weighed.
The bows of the mighty men are broken, and they that stumbled are girded with strength.
They that were full have hired out themselves for bread; and they that were hungry ceased: so that the barren hath born seven; and she that hath many children is waxed feeble.
The Lord killeth and maketh alive: he bringeth down to the grave, and bringeth up.
The Lord maketh poor, and maketh rich; he bringeth low and lifteth up.
He raiseth up the poor out of the dust, and lifteth up the beggar from the dunghill, to set them among princes, and to make them inherit the throne of glory: for the pillars of the earth are the Lord’s, and he hath set the world upon them.
He will keep the feet of his saints, and the wicked shall be silent in darkness; for by strength shall no man prevail.
The adversaries of the Lord shall be broken to pieces; out of heaven shall he thunder upon them: the Lord shall judge the ends of the earth; and he shall give strength unto his king, and exalt the horn of his Anointed.
1 Samuel 2:1-10

Hannah Triumphant
by Marcus O. Koch
(Reprinted from Faith-Life Vol. VII, No. 1 (January 1934), 1 & 3.)
IN CHRIST my heart finds joy.
He lifts mine arm on high;
My tongue defies my foe
Because I surely know
In Him doth my salvation lie.

THERE is none holy as the Lord;
All else by sin is marred.
Beside Thee there is none:
Thou art the Holy One,
And in Thy Christ I find my rest alone.

TALK THEN no more of Progress proud
And of achievement cry so loud!
For doth the Lord thy God not know,
Doth He not now thy actions weigh,
That made thee, man, of dirt and clay?

HAVE NOT thy counselors and mighty men
Become as fools and babes again?
Yet he that stumbled o’er this life’s rough road
Has found new strength to carry on his load:
His counselor is the Savior God.
They that in past days ate their fill
Receive scant portions of the dole,
But he whose life is not this bread
In poverty lifts up his head;
For on the Rock his house is laid.

SHE THAT did weep and nourish tears
Has quite forgot her lonely years,
And in her house she now rejoices
For it is filled with children’s voices;
She knows: the Lord still answers prayers.
But she that once provoked her sore
Is desolate forevermore.
She cries: Lord, Lord, I know thee well!
Her lamp is but an empty shell –
The Bridegroom opens not the door.

THE LORD doth kill and make alive,
He brings both high and low to grave.
He calls the poor man from the dust,
The beggar from the moldy crust,
And sets him up among his saints
To give him his inheritance.

THEREFOR fear not, thou little flock,
And let the sons of Belial mock.
All powers that be, above, below,
On Christ our Lord did God bestow.
Thine house is set upon a rock.
Did he not set the moon and star?
Create all things both near and far?
He called thee His ere time began,
Why then fear tongue of mortal man
When the Eternal One is near?

NONE shall by strength of arm prevail
And numbers cannot change His will.
And they that strive against His own
Shall find their Judge in Christ, His Son,
The King of Kings and Lord of All.

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