This is a hymn of praise to our unchanging God. Even if it seems as though the world has done so, God will never leave us or forsake us. Hold onto His hand. He is holding onto you. When I was a child, no family picnic at a nearby state park was complete without the thrilling crossing of an unused train trestle suspended over a river. As small as I was, the space between the ties seemed too far for my small legs, but not too far if I was holding fast to my father's hand. The trestle has sense been torn down; and I am more likely needed to support my elderly father as he walks, still I have the blessed assurance that my God remains the same. He has been, He is, and always will be God.