IV THE GOODNESS OF GOD YES, God is good: in earth and sky, YES From ocean-depths and spreading wood, Ten thousand voices seem to cry, "God made us all, and God is good." The sun that keeps his trackless way, And downward pours his golden flood, Night's sparkling hosts, all seem to say, In accents clear, that God is good. The merry birds prolong the strain, And balmy air, and falling rain, Each softly whisper, "God is good." I hear it in the rushing breeze; Yes, God is good, all Nature says, By God's own hand with speech endued; And man, in louder notes of praise, Should sing for joy that "God is good." For all Thy gifts we bless Thee, Lord, V THE GOODNESS OF PROVIDENCE HE Lord my pasture shall prepare, THE And feed me with a shepherd's care; When in the sultry glebe I faint, Though in the paths of death I tread, Though in a bare and rugged way, With sudden greens, and herbage crowned, 7. Addison VII PROVIDENCE OD moves in a mysterious way He plants his footsteps in the sea, Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up His bright designs, Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, Blind unbelief is sure to err, W. Cowper VIII THE EMIGRANT'S SACRED SONG WHERE the remote Bermudas Win ocean's bosom unespied, From a small boat that rowed along, "What should we do but sing His praise That led us through the watery maze, Unto an isle so long unknown, And yet far kinder than our own. "Where He the huge sea-monsters racks, That lift the deep upon their backs; He lands us on a grassy stage, Safe from the storm's and tyrant's rage. "He gave us this eternal spring "He hangs in shades the orange bright, "O, let our voice his praise exalt |