Dear refuge of my weary soul, on thee when sorrows rise. On thee when waves of trouble roll, my fainting hope relies. While hope revives though pressed with fears, and I can say my God, beneath thy feet I spread my cares, and pour my woes abroad. To thee, I tell each rising grief, for thou alone can heal. Thy word can bring a sweet relief for every pain I feel. Hast thou not bid me seek thy face, and shall I seek in vain? And can the ear of sovereign grace be deaf when I complain? Anne Steele.

First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way. This is good, and it is pleasing to the sight of God, our savior, who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of truth. For there is one God, and there is one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, who gave himself as a ransom for all, which is the testimony given at the proper time. For this I was appointed a preacher and an apostle. I am telling the truth. I am not lying, a teacher of the Gentiles in faith and truth. 1 Timothy 2:1-7.