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Poems About God

Table of Contents

  1. The Little Harebell by Anonymous
  2. God is Everywhere by Joseph Hutton
  3. The Still, Small Voice by Amos Russel Wells
  4. Weaving by Florence May Alt
  5. Remember by Anonymous
  6. Who Made the Stars? by Anonymous
  7. God is Great and Good by Anonymous
  8. God Is Love by Ann Hawkshaw
  9. God is Guide by Amos Russel Wells
  10. The Creator by John Keble
  11. Vestigia by Bliss Carman
  12. Here and Now by Bliss Carman
  13. Triumphalis by Bliss Carman
  14. Hymn at Sea by Lydia Howard Sigourney
  15. The Gate of the Year by Minnie Louise Haskins
  16. Happiness Is To Be Found In God Alone by Eliza and Sarah Wolcott
  17. My God by William Henry Dawson
  18. Winter Now by Samuel Longfellow
  19. God's Gold by Annette Wynne
  20. All Things Bright and Beautiful by Cecil Frances Alexander
  21. God's Love by Kate Louise Wheeler
  22. God's Garden by Annette Wynne
  23. Peace by Henry Van Dyke
  24. Bring me the sunset in a cup by Emily Dickinson
  25. Transformation by Henry Van Dyke
  26. Recompense by Grace Noll Crowell
  27. On the Universality and Other Attributes of the God of Nature by Philip Freneau
  28. Come Ye Thankful People Come by Henry Alford
  29. Why? by Georgia Douglas Johnson
  30. God's Mercy by Robert Herrick
  31. God our Refuge by Richard Chenevix Trench
  32. No Coward Soul Is Mine by Emily Brontë
  33. Many Weep by Gigi Ryan
  34. Thou Knowest by John Hill Luther
  35. Old Mr. Grumpy by Amos Russel Wells
  36. No God by Lizzie F. Baldy
  37. The Wisdom of God by Thomas Randall
  38. A Mighty Fortress Is Our God by Martin Luther, F. H. Hedge, tr.
  39. Trust by Elizabeth Hedge Webster

Turn, turn, my wheel! This earthen jar
A touch can make, a touch can mar;
And shall it to the Potter say,
What makest thou? Thou hast no hand?
As men who think to understand
A world by their Creator planned,
Who wiser is than they.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Song of the Potter
  1. The Little Harebell

    by Anonymous

    "Tell me, little harebell,
    Are you lonely here.
    Blooming in the shadow
    On this rock so drear?"

    "Clinging to this bit of earth,
    As if in mid-air,
    With your sweet face turned to me,
    Looking strangely fair?"

    "Lady" said the harebell,
    Nodding low its head,
    "Though this spot seem dreary,
    Thought the sunlight's fled.

    "Know that I'm not lonely
    That I ne'er despair.
    God is in the shadow
    God is everywhere."

  2. God is Everywhere

    by Joseph Hutton

    Oh! show me where is He,
    The high and holy One,
    To whom thou bend'st the knee,
    And prayest, "Thy will be done!"
    I hear thy song of praise,
    And lo! no form is near:
    Thine eyes I see thee raise,
    But where doth God appear?
    Oh! teach me who is God, and where his glories shine,
    That I may kneel and pray, and call thy Father mine.

    "Gaze on that arch above:
    The glittering vault admire.
    Who taught those orbs to move?
    Who lit their ceaseless fire?
    Who guides the moon to run
    In silence through the skies?
    Who bids that dawning sun
    In strength and beauty rise?
    There view immensity! behold! my God is there:
    The sun, the moon, the stars, his majesty declare.

    "See where the mountains rise:
    Where thundering torrents foam;
    Where, veiled in towering skies,
    The eagle makes his home:
    Where savage nature dwells,
    My God is present, too:
    Through all her wildest dells
    His footsteps I pursue:
    He reared those giant cliffs, supplies that dashing stream,
    Provides the daily food which stills the wild bird's scream.

    "Look on that world of waves,
    Where finny nations glide;
    Within whose deep, dark caves
    The ocean monsters hide:
    His power is sovereign there,
    To raise, to quell the storm;
    The depths his bounty share,
    Where sport the scaly swarm:
    Tempests and calms obey the same almighty voice,
    Which rules the earth and skies, and bids far worlds rejoice."

  3. The Still, Small Voice

    by Amos Russel Wells

    When the winds of trouble blow,
    When the tempests roar,
    When the angry waves of woe
    Break upon the shore,
    Let me know that God is near,
    Let me still rejoice,
    Let me in the tempest hear
    The still, small voice.

    When the earthquake rends the rock,
    When the world is torn,
    When in sudden, awful shock
    Men and nations mourn,
    Let me know that God abides,
    Even then rejoice,
    Since in every earthquake hides
    The still, small voice.

    When the world is all aflame
    With a sweeping fire,
    When God's wrath and human shame
    Burn with dreadful ire,
    Let me know God's love to men,
    Let me still rejoice,
    Gladly hearing, even then,
    The still, small voice.

  4. Weaving

    by Florence May Alt

    My life is but a weaving
    Between my God and me;
    I may but choose the colors—
    He worketh steadily.
    Full oft he weaveth sorrow;
    And I in foolish pride,
    Forget he sees the upper,
    And I the under side!

    I choose my strands all golden,
    And watch for woven stars;
    I murmur when the pattern
    Is set in blurs and mars.
    I cannot yet remember
    Whose hands the shuttles guide;
    And that my stars are shining
    Upon the upper side.

    I choose my thread all crimson,
    And wait for flowers to bloom,
    For warp and woof to blossom
    Upon that mighty loom.
    Full oft I seek them vainly,
    And fret for them denied—
    Though flowering wreaths and garlands,
    May deck the upper side.

    My life is but a weaving
    Between my God and me;
    I see the seams, the tangles—
    The fair design sees He.
    Then let me wait in patience
    And blindness; satisfied
    To make the pattern lovely
    Upon the upper side.

  5. Remember

    by Anonymous

    Remember, child, remember,
    That God is in the sky;
    That He looks down on all we do,
    With an ever-wakeful eye.

    Remember, oh remember,
    That, all the day and night,
    He sees our thoughts and actions
    With an ever-watchful sight.

    Remember, child, remember,
    That God is good and true;
    That He wishes us to always be
    Like Him in all we do.

    Remember that He ever hates
    A falsehood or a lie;
    Remember He will punish, too,
    The wicked, by and by.

    Remember, oh remember,
    That He is like a friend,
    And wishes us to holy be,
    And happy, in the end.

    Remember, child, remember,
    To pray to Him in heaven;
    And if you have been doing wrong,
    Oh, ask to be forgiven.

    Be sorry, in your little prayer,
    And whisper in his ear;
    Ask his forgiveness and his love.
    And He will surely hear.

    Remember, child, remember,
    That you love, with all your might,
    The God who watches o'er us,
    And gives us each delight;
    Who guards us ever through the day,
    And saves us in the night.

  6. Who Made the Stars?

    by Anonymous

    "Mother, who made the stars, which light
    The beautiful blue sky?
    Who made the moon, so clear and bright,
    That rises up so high?"

    "'T was God, my child, the Glorious One,
    He formed them by his power;
    He made alike the brilliant sun,
    And every leaf and flower.

    "He made your little feet to walk;
    Your sparkling eyes to see;
    Your busy, prattling tongue to talk,
    And limbs so light and free.

    "He paints each fragrant flower that blows,
    With loveliness and bloom;
    He gives the violet and the rose
    Their beauty and perfume.

    "Our various wants his hands supply;
    He guides us every hour;
    We're kept beneath his watchful eye,
    And guarded by his power.

    "Then let your little heart, my love,
    Its grateful homage pay
    To that kind Friend, who, from above,
    Thus guides you every day.

    "In all the changing scenes of time,
    On Him our hopes depend;
    In every age, in every clime,
    Our Father and our Friend."

  7. God is Great and Good

    by Anonymous

    I know God made the sun
    To fill the day with light;
    He made the twinkling stars
    To shine all through the night.

    He made the hills that rise
    So very high and steep;
    He made the lakes and seas,
    That are so broad and deep.

    He made the streams so wide,
    That flow through wood and vale;
    He made the rills so small,
    That leap down hill and dale.

    He made each bird that sings
    So sweetly all the day;
    He made each flower that springs
    So bright, so fresh, so gay.

    And He who made all these,
    He made both you and me;
    Oh, let us thank Him, then,
    For great and good is He.

  8. God Is Love

    by Ann Hawkshaw

    Oh, that I know, indeed, is true,
    For He has made the sky of blue,
    And spread the earth with quiet green,
    While azure waters flow between,
    Because those colours are the best
    On which the wearied eye can rest.

    Oh yes, all tells us God is love,
    Around, beneath us, or above:
    Round us are flowers, that without care
    Grow wildly, blooming everywhere,
    And noble trees, beneath whose shade
    The pale Spring flowrets bloom and fade.

    Beneath us, deep within their bed,
    The precious gems and ores are spread,
    Diamonds and rosy rubies shine,
    And metals fill the secret mine,
    And that dark mass* which we require
    At eve, to light our cheerful fire.

    Above us is the glorious sun;
    And when his brighter course is run,
    The silvery moon looks forth, and makes
    A path of light o'er seas and lakes;
    And in the hushed and solemn night
    Wander the starry worlds of light.

    Within us, as around, above,
    Something still whispers God is Love;
    For He hath given us hearts to feel
    A gladness tongue cannot reveal—
    Vainly had beauty round us been,
    Had we no minds to love the scene!

    Note: *coal

  9. God is Guide

    by Amos Russel Wells

    God is guide, though clouds are black;
    God is guide when skies are clear.
    God is guide, though ways turn back;
    God is guide when goals are near.

    Hopes accomplished, God is guide;
    Hopes abandoned, still He leads.
    Trust we Him when faith is tried;
    Trust we Him when all succeeds.

    As we follow, on He goes;
    We retreat, He falters not.
    Guides He where cool water flows;
    Guides He when the sun is hot.

    Leaders lead both night and day;
    Guides must guide through day and night.
    Father, guide us all the way.
    Be it dark or be it light;

  10. The Creator

    by John Keble.

    Come, and I will show you what is beautiful. It is a rose fully blown. See how she sits upon her mossy stem, the queen of flowers. Her leaves glow like fire. The air is filled with her sweet odor. She is the delight of every eye.

    But there is one fairer than the rose. He that made the rose is more beautiful than the rose. He is altogether lovely. He is the delight of every heart.

    I will show you what is strong. The lion is strong. When he raiseth himself up from his lair, when he shaketh his mane, when the voice of his roaring is heard, the cattle of the field fly, and the wild beasts of the desert hide themselves; for he is terrible.

    But He who made the lion is stronger than the lion. He can do all things. He gave us life, and in a moment can take it away, and no one can save us from his hand.

    I will show you what is glorious. The sun is glorious. When he shineth in the clear sky, when he sitteth on his throne in the heavens, and looketh abroad over the earth, he is the most glorious and excellent object the eye can behold.

    But He who made the sun is more glorious than the sun. The eye cannot look on his dazzling brightness. He seeth all dark places, by night as well as by day. The light of his countenance is over all the world.

    This great Being is God. He made all things, but He is more excellent than all that He has made. He is the Creator, they are the creatures. They may be beautiful, but He is Beauty. They may be strong, but He is Strength. They may be perfect, but He is Perfection.

    There is a book, who runs may read,
    Which heavenly truth imparts,
    And all the lore its scholars need—
    Pure eyes and loving hearts.

    The works of God, above, below,
    Within us, and around,
    Are pages in that book, to show
    How God himself is found.

    The glorious sky, embracing all,
    Is like the Father's love;
    Wherewith encompassed, great and small
    In peace and order move.

    Thou who hast given me eyes to see
    And love this sight so fair,
    Give me a heart to find out Thee
    And read Thee everywhere.

  11. Vestigia

    by Bliss Carman

    I took a day to search for God,
    And found Him not. But as I trod
    By rocky ledge, through woods untamed,
    Just where one scarlet lily flamed,
    I saw His footprint in the sod.

    Then suddenly, all unaware,
    Far off in the deep shadows, where
    A solitary hermit thrush
    Sang through the holy twilight hush—
    I heard His voice upon the air.

    And even as I marvelled how
    God gives us Heaven here and now,
    In a stir of wind that hardly shook
    The poplar leaves beside the brook—
    His hand was light upon my brow.

    At last with evening as I turned
    Homeward, and thought what I had learned
    And all that there was still to probe—
    I caught the glory of His robe
    Where the last fires of sunset burned.

    Back to the world with quickening start
    I looked and longed for any part
    In making saving Beauty be....
    And from that kindling ecstasy
    I knew God dwelt within my heart.

  12. Here and Now

    by Bliss Carman

    Where is Heaven? Is it not
    Just a friendly garden plot,
    Walled with stone and roofed with sun,
    Where the days pass one by one,
    Not too fast and not too slow,
    Looking backward as they go
    At the beauties left behind
    To transport the pensive mind!

    Is it not a greening ground
    With a river for its bound,
    And a wood-thrush to prolong
    Fragrant twilights with his song,
    When the peonies in June
    Wait the rising of the moon,
    And the music of the stream
    Voices its immortal dream!

    There each morning will renew
    The miracle of light and dew,
    And the soul may joy to praise
    The Lord of roses and of days;
    There the caravan of noon
    Halts to hear the cricket's tune,
    Fifing there for all who pass
    The anthem of the summer grass!

    Does not Heaven begin that day
    When the eager heart can say,
    Surely God is in this place,
    I have seen Him face to face
    In the loveliness of flowers,
    In the service of the showers,
    And His voice has talked to me
    In the sunlit apple tree.

    I can feel Him in my heart,
    When the tears of knowledge start
    For another's joy or woe,
    Where the lonely soul must go.
    Yea, I learned His very look,
    When we walked beside the brook,
    And you smiled and touched my hand.
    God is love. . . I understand.

  13. Triumphalis

    by Bliss Carman

    Soul, art thou sad again
    With the old sadness?
    Thou shalt be glad again
    With a new gladness,
    When April sun and rain
    Mount to the teeming brain
    With the earth madness.

    When from the mould again,
    Spurning disaster,
    Spring shoots unfold again,
    Follow thou faster
    Out of the drear domain
    Of dark, defeat, and pain,
    Praising the Master.

    Hope for thy guide again,
    Ample and splendid;
    Love at thy side again,
    All doubting ended;
    (Ah, by the dragon slain,
    For nothing small or vain
    Michael contended!)

    Thou shalt take heart again,
    No more despairing;
    Play thy great part again,
    Loving and caring.
    Hark, how the gold refrain
    Runs through the iron strain,
    Splendidly daring!

    Thou shalt grow strong again,
    Confident, tender,—
    Battle with wrong again,
    Be truth's defender,—
    Of the immortal train,
    Born to attempt, attain,
    Never surrender!

  14. Hymn at Sea

    by Lydia Howard Sigourney

    God of the ever-rolling deep,
    Our Father and our trust,
    Who bidd'st its mighty billows sweep
    Around the born of dust,

    Who bidd'st it towering o'er them raise
    Its everlasting walls,
    Yet giv'st them slumber calm and sweet,
    As in their native halls,

    God of the strong, unfathom'd tide,
    Whose pavement dark and drear,
    The wrecks of human power and pride,
    Awake our trembling fear,

    O grant us, as the lonely dove
    Unto the ark did flee,
    Mid the hoarse tumult of the waves
    To rest secure in Thee.

  15. The Gate of the Year

    by Minnie Louise Haskins

    And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year: “Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.”
    And he replied:
    “Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”
    So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night. And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.

    So heart be still:
    What need our little life
    Our human life to know,
    If God hath comprehension?
    In all the dizzy strife
    Of things both high and low,
    God hideth His intention.

    God knows. His will
    Is best. The stretch of years
    Which wind ahead, so dim
    To our imperfect vision,
    Are clear to God. Our fears
    Are premature; In Him,
    All time hath full provision.

    Then rest: until
    God moves to lift the veil
    From our impatient eyes,
    When, as the sweeter features
    Of Life’s stern face we hail,
    Fair beyond all surmise
    God’s thought around His creatures
    Our mind shall fill.

  16. Happiness Is To Be Found In God Alone

    by Eliza and Sarah Wolcott

    I've seen earth's prospects blasted,
    To me they've died away;
    But heaven's bright promise lasted,
    Which never can decay.

    I've felt the fond emotion
    Of pity and of love;
    But nothing's like devotion,
    Which lifts the heart above.

    Then earth may tell her story,
    Of pomp and all its gain;
    To me this boasted glory,
    Is nothing worth—'tis vain.

    To know that God approveth,
    Is better far than wealth;
    He chastens those he loveth,
    To keep their souls in health.

    True value, and true glory,
    His word will then unfold;
    This is no transient story,
    But truth confirm'd of old.

    'Tis this can give us pleasure,
    When friends away are fleeting,
    Be this my lasting treasure,
    When life's last pulse is beating.

  17. My God

    by William Henry Dawson

    I worship not a God who only made
    Great things—a God who little things don't see.
    The God whom I adore peers through the shade
    And sees the ant beneath the giant tree.

    My God sees 'neath the robes of royalty
    The vileness, from the world, heart-hidden there.
    He sees beneath the rags of poverty
    The patiently borne burden, and the care.

    If the great God should no attention give
    To little things—unnoticed pass them by—
    Then, great things, only, could presume to live;
    All tiny things would shrivel up and die.

    I should be numbered with the tiny things;
    I could not claim my Father's fostering care—
    This life, which now to Him so fondly clings,
    Could not say "Father."—No, it would not dare.

    No! thanks to Him, the worship of my soul
    Goes out to One who hears the orphan's call;
    To Him who makes the wounded spirit whole;
    To Him who sees the little sparrow fall.

  18. Winter Now

    by Samuel Longfellow

    ’Tis winter now; the fallen snow
    Has left the heav’ns all coldly clear;
    Through leafless boughs the sharp winds blow,
    And all the earth lies dead and drear.

    And yet God’s love is not withdrawn;
    His life within the keen air breathes;
    His beauty paints the crimson dawn,
    And clothes the boughs with glittering wreaths.

    And though abroad the sharp winds blow,
    And skies are chill, and frosts are keen,
    Home closer draws her circle now,
    And warmer glows her light within.

    O God! Who giv’st the winter’s cold
    As well as summer’s joyous rays,
    Us warmly in Thy love enfold,
    And keep us through life’s wintry days.

  19. God's Gold

    by Annette Wynne

    God placed a gold mint in the sky—
    Large and bright, a heaping store—
    So earth can every day have more,
    He keeps it high,

    He scatters gold abroad at day
    In shining beams; then far and near
    Dandelions gold appear
    Along the way.

    This is God's gold dropped from the skies,
    He gives it lavishly to earth—
    O take it, spend it, learn its worth—
    All ye with eyes!

  20. All Things Bright and Beautiful

    by Cecil Frances Alexander

    All things bright and beautiful,
    All creatures great and small,
    All things wise and wonderful,
    The Lord God made them all.

    Each little flower that opens,
    Each little bird that sings,
    He made their glowing colors,
    He made their tiny wings.

    The rich man in his castle,
    The poor man at his gate,
    God made them high and lowly,
    And ordered their estate.

    The purple headed mountain,
    The river running by,
    The sunset and the morning,
    That brightens up the sky;−

    The cold wind in the winter,
    The pleasant summer sun,
    The ripe fruits in the garden,−
    He made them every one.

    The tall trees in the greenwood,
    The meadows where we play,
    The rushes by the water,
    We gather every day;−

    He gave us eyes to see them,
    And lips that we might tell
    How great is God Almighty,
    Who hath made all things well.

  21. God's Love

    by Kate Louise Wheeler

    Like a star, whose beams are brighter
    When skies are dark above,
    So shines, in night of sorrow,
    The light of God's great love.

    We may not see its lustre,
    While heads are bowed in prayer,
    But looking just above us
    We find its glories there.

    Our tears may dim the vision
    And we may question why;
    But some day He will answer
    Where souls shall never die.

    Above the gathering shadows,
    Beyond the gloom of years,
    God's star will shine forever,
    Undimmed by Sorrow's tears.

    Some day, when He shall lead us
    To our eternal rest,
    We'll know life's hidden meaning
    And we shall say: "'Twas best."

  22. God's Garden

    by Annette Wynne

    God's garden stretches far and wide,
    With trees and birds on every side,
    With sunshine all the summer day
    So people may walk out and play,
    And lanterns hanging through the night
    To keep the pathways always bright;
    God's garden stretches near and far—
    From my gate to the evening star.

  23. The Harebells Ring

    by Annette Wynne

    The harebells ring on every lea,
    They call the blue bells oversea,
    And all the world takes up the tune,
    Skies and earth, it's June, June, June!

  24. Peace

    by Henry Van Dyke

    With eager heart and will on fire,
    I fought to win my great desire
    "Peace shall be mine," I said; but life
    Grew bitter in the weary strife.

    My soul was tired, and my pride
    Was wounded deep: to Heaven I cried,
    "God grant me peace or I must die;"
    The dumb stars glittered no reply.

    Broken at last, I bowed my head,
    Forgetting all myself, and said,
    "Whatever comes, His will be done;"
    And in that moment peace was won.

  25. Problems

    by Emily Dickinson

    Bring me the sunset in a cup,
    Reckon the morning's flagons up,
    And say how many dew;
    Tell me how far the morning leaps,
    Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
    Who spun the breadths of blue!

    Write me how many notes there be
    In the new robin's ecstasy
    Among astonished boughs;
    How many trips the tortoise makes,
    How many cups the bee partakes, —
    The debauchee of dews!

    Also, who laid the rainbow's piers,
    Also, who leads the docile spheres
    By withes of supple blue?
    Whose fingers string the stalactite,
    Who counts the wampum of the night,
    To see that none is due?

    Who built this little Alban house
    And shut the windows down so close
    My spirit cannot see?
    Who'll let me out some gala day,
    With implements to fly away,
    Passing pomposity?

    1Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,...4Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding. 5Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it?  6Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof;... 33Knowest thou the ordinances of heaven? canst thou set the dominion thereof in the earth? 34Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds, that abundance of waters may cover thee? 35Canst thou send lightnings, that they may go, and say unto thee, Here we are? 36Who hath put wisdom in the inward parts? or who hath given understanding to the heart? 37Who can number the clouds in wisdom? or who can stay the bottles of heaven,

    – Job 38
    The Bible, KJV
  26. Transformation

    by Henry Van Dyke

    Only a little shrivelled seed,
    It might be flower, or grass, or weed;
    Only a box of earth on the edge
    Of a narrow, dusty window-ledge;
    Only a few scant summer showers;
    Only a few clear shining hours;
    That was all. Yet God could make
    Out of these, for a sick child's sake,
    A blossom-wonder, as fair and sweet
    As ever broke at an angel's feet.

    Only a life of barren pain,
    Wet with sorrowful tears for rain,
    Warmed sometimes by a wandering gleam
    Of joy, that seemed but a happy dream;
    A life as common and brown and bare
    As the box of earth in the window there;
    Yet it bore, at last, the precious bloom
    Of a perfect soul in that narrow room;
    Pure as the snowy leaves that fold
    Over the flower's heart of gold.

  27. Recompense

    by Grace Noll Crowell

    I never have had a look at the sea,
    I who would love it so.
    I never have watched from the surf-drenched shore
    The brave ships come and go.
    I do not know how the silent tides
    Unfailingly ebb and flow.

    But God who is wise to His children's needs
    Gives me the wide, low plain,
    He gives me the wondrous, whispering grass,
    The kildee's sweet refrain,
    And my reed-fringed pools are myriad seas
    After the last long rain.

    I never have been where the mountains stand
    But nightly the infinite star-crowned heights
    Speak to my waiting heart,
    And mine are the winds that are mountain-born,
    And of seas they are a part.

  28. On the Universality and Other Attributes of the God of Nature

    by Philip Freneau

    All that we see, about, abroad,
    What is it all, but nature's God?
    In meaner works discovered here
    No less than in the starry sphere.

    In seas, on earth, this God is seen;
    All that exist, upon Him lean;
    He lives in all, and never strayed
    A moment from the works He made:

    His system fixed on general laws
    Bespeaks a wise creating cause;
    Impartially He rules mankind
    And all that on this globe we find.

    Unchanged in all that seems to change,
    Unbounded space is His great range;
    To one vast purpose always true,
    No time, with Him, is old or new.

    In all the attributes divine
    Unlimited perfectings shine;
    In these enwrapt, in these complete,
    All virtues in that centre meet.

    This power doth all powers transcend,
    To all intelligence a friend,
    Exists, the greatest and the best
    Throughout all the worlds, to make them blest.

    All that He did He first approved,
    He all things into being loved;
    O'er all He made He still presides,
    For them in life, or death provides.

  29. Come Ye Thankful People Come

    by Henry Alford

    Come ye thankful people come,
    Raise the song of harvest home!
    All is safely gathered in,
    Ere the winter storms begin;
    God our Maker, doth provide
    For our wants to be supplied:
    Come to God's own temple, come,
    Raise the song of harvest home.

    All the world is God's own field
    Fruit unto his praise to yield;
    Wheat and tares together sown
    Unto joy or sorrow grown;
    First the blade, and then the ear,
    Then the full corn shall appear;
    Lord of the harvest! grant that we
    Wholesome grain and pure may be.

    For the Lord our God shall come,
    And shall take his harvest home;
    From his field shall in that day
    All offenses purge away,
    Give his angels charge at last
    In the fire the tares to cast;
    But the fruitful ears to store
    In his garner evermore.

    Even so, Lord, quickly come,
    Bring thy final harvest home;
    Gather thou thy people in,
    Free from sorrow, free from sin,
    There, forever purified,
    in thy presence to abide;
    Come, with all thine angels, come,
    Raise the glorious harvest home.

  30. Why

    by Georgia Douglas Johnson

    The verdure sleeps in winter,
    Awakes with April rain,
    The sun swings low—'tis night—ascends,
    And lo! 'tis morn again:
    The world spins on triumphant
    Across a trackless sky,
    And man seeks evermore in vain
    The primal reason why.

    O whither are we rushing?
    And wherefrom were we torn?
    We breathe from out the silences,
    And breathless, back are borne.

    Deep in the soul are voices
    Returning this reply:
    It took a God to make us,
    Only God can answer why!

  31. God's Mercy

    by Robert Herrick

    God's boundless mercy is (to sinful man)
    Like to the ever-wealthy ocean:
    Which though it sends forth thousand streams, 'tis ne're
    Known, or else seen, to be the emptier;
    And though it takes all in, 'tis yet no more
    Full, and filled full, then when full filled before.

  32. God our Refuge

    by Richard Chenevix Trench, Archbishop of Dublin

    If there had anywhere appeared in space
    Another place of refuge, where to flee,
    Our hearts had taken refuge in that place,
    And not with Thee.

    For we against creation’s bars had beat
    Like prisoned eagles, through great worlds had sought
    Though but a foot of ground to plant our feet,
    Where Thou wert not.

    And only when we found in earth and air,
    In heaven or hell, that such might nowhere be—
    That we could not flee from Thee anywhere,
    We fled to Thee.

  33. God our Refuge

    by Richard Chenevix Trench, Archbishop of Dublin

    If there had anywhere appeared in space
    Another place of refuge, where to flee,
    Our hearts had taken refuge in that place,
    And not with Thee.

    For we against creation’s bars had beat
    Like prisoned eagles, through great worlds had sought
    Though but a foot of ground to plant our feet,
    Where Thou wert not.

    And only when we found in earth and air,
    In heaven or hell, that such might nowhere be—
    That we could not flee from Thee anywhere,
    We fled to Thee.

  34. No Coward Soul Is Mine

    by Emily Brontë

    No coward soul is mine
    No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere
    I see Heaven's glories shine
    And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

    O God within my breast
    Almighty ever-present Deity
    Life, that in me hast rest,
    As I Undying Life, have power in Thee

    Vain are the thousand creeds
    That move men's hearts, unutterably vain,
    Worthless as withered weeds
    Or idlest froth amid the boundless main

    To waken doubt in one
    Holding so fast by thy infinity,
    So surely anchored on
    The steadfast rock of Immortality.

    With wide-embracing love
    Thy spirit animates eternal years
    Pervades and broods above,
    Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

    Though earth and moon were gone
    And suns and universes ceased to be
    And Thou wert left alone
    Every Existence would exist in thee

    There is not room for Death
    Nor atom that his might could render void
    Since thou art Being and Breath
    And what thou art may never be destroyed.

  35. Many Weep

    by Gigi Ryan

    My Father God, in Heaven great,
    We remembrance keep
    Of fathers You have given us;
    Today, though, many weep.

    Countless tears right now are shed
    For fathers in the grave.
    Some the dirt atop still fresh
    When life this week upgave.

    Others in mind of fathers whom
    Abandoned years ago.
    Children who are missing them;
    Their longing won’t let go.

    Some have fathers who have failed
    And brought unmeasured pain.
    But their children love them still,
    And love is ne’er in vain.

    Then I think of men whose child
    Left the fold of sheep.
    These fathers’ hearts afflicted yet;
    With prayer, they vigil keep.

    What about the man who wants
    To loving father be,
    And share his overflowing heart
    With one upon his knee?

    Fatherhood has broken been
    And touched on earth by curse;
    But God His work continues still;
    All will in time reverse.

    On this day of joy and pain,
    Hope is not all lost.
    God in heaven holds the tears
    Of those in suffering tossed.

    Saints who ache for father love
    Have One who fills their cup;
    A Father faithful, kind and wise,
    With love that won’t give up.

    My Father God, in Heaven great,
    Who His children keep
    Hold tightly those today who mourn,
    For Lord, so many weep.

  36. Old Mr. Grumpy

    by Amos Russel Wells | Total Words: 123, Lines: 10

    "Praise God! Praise God!" the clover said, "for sunshine and the sky."
    And "Praise the Lord!" the brooklet sung, "the rain is drawing nigh."
    "Thank God for frost," the squirrel chirped, "so kind to nuts and me."
    "For frost, that covers me with gold," chimed in the maple-tree.
    And "Praise the Lord for ripened seeds," the chattering sparrows cried.
    "And for the wind," the seeds declared, "that bears us far and wide."
    "Yes, praise the Lord I Oh, praise the Lord!" though skies were blue or gray.
    The hymn of earth and heaven rang throughout the happy day.
    Now none of this old Grumpy heard; he's deaf as deaf can be.
    "This weather's vilest of the vile! a beastly day I" said he.

  37. The Wisdom of God

    by Thomas Randall

    Great nature is but art unknown,
    'Tis only scanned by God alone;
    No one but Him can it explore,
    Survey each part and look it o'er.

    If man is wise, 'tis but in part,
    Though he may climb from art to art;
    To worlds unnumbered he may run,
    But yet in fact he knows but one.


    Four volumes Jesus loans to me―
    "The heavens, the earth, the air and sea."

  38. No God

    by Lizzie F. Baldy

    No God?
    Throughout the boundless realm of space
    Dare you say there's no God?
    Who holds each planet in its place,
    And whose Almighty hand doth trace
    Those mysteries in Nature's face,
    Unless it is our God?

    No God?
    Who taught the little bird to sing,
    And deftly weave its nest?
    Who made the insect's tiny wing?
    Who caused the echo's voice to ring?
    Who bade the lovely flowers spring
    From mother Earth's warm breast?

    No God?
    Who piled the mountain's towering peak,
    Those giants of the earth?
    Who bade the awful thunder speak,
    Who threw the lurid lightning's streak,
    The great volcano vengeance wreak?
    What gave the ocean birth?

    No God?
    Who placed the bow in yonder sky?
    Who lit the suns above?
    Who gathered up the storm on high,
    Who sends the whirlwind far and nigh;
    Who erusheth out the Stonn-Fiend's cry?
    Who keeps us with his love?

    No God?
    Whom can we turn to in all time?
    And what is life's great worth
    If we have nothing more sublime?
    If we can reach no brighter clime,
    If we can hear no sweeter chime
    Than sorrow-chilling earth?

    No God?
    Through the great portals, pearly white,
    We see a Father's love.
    We know the soul shall know no night;
    But upward, through the worlds of light,
    The disembodied spirit's flight
    Will tend to worlds above.

    With God
    No chains shall shackle the free soul;
    No sorrow crush it down.
    It spurns all weight, save love's control:
    There Christ shall make th 'imperfect whole,
    And while eternity shall roll
    T 'will wear His loving crown.

    There is a God.
    Then let your infidelity
    Out into chaos go,
    And seek the soul's true liberty,
    Where God and angels roaming free,
    Shall feel through all eternity
    The rest earthlings ne'er know.

    The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, there is none that doeth good.

    – Psalm 14:1
  39. A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

    by Martin Luther, F. H. Hedge, tr.

    A mighty fortress is our God,
    A bulwark never failing;
    Our Helper he, amid the flood
    Of mortal ills prevailing.
    For still our ancient foe
    Doth seek to work us woe;
    His craft and power are great,
    And armed with cruel hate,
    On earth is not his equal.

    Did we in our own strength confide,
    Our striving would be losing;
    Were not the right Man on our side,
    The Man of God's own choosing.
    You ask who that may be?
    Christ Jesus, it is he;
    Lord Sabaoth his name,
    From age to age the same,
    And he must win the battle.

    And though this world, with devils filled,
    Should threaten to undo us;
    We will not fear, for God has willed
    His truth to triumph through us.
    The prince of darkness grim,—
    We tremble not for him;
    His rage we can endure,
    For lo! his doom is sure;—
    One little word shall fell him!

    That Word above all earthly powers—
    No thanks to them—abideth;
    The Spirit and the gifts are ours
    Through him who with us sideth.
    Let goods and kindred go,
    This mortal life also;
    The body they may kill:
    God's truth abideth still,
    His kingdom is forever.

  40. Trust

    by Elizabeth Hedge Webster

    In the arms of my Father
    As a child trustingly I'll lie,
    For I know He careth for me:
    He will listen to my cry.

    He is like a tender mother,
    In His gentle, watchful love;
    He is nearer than a brother,
    While He bears my soul above.

    When the storm clouds darkly gather,
    And the thunder mutters deep,
    Then I'll think how great a Father
    Condescends to guard my sleep.

    And I'll nestle closer to Him,
    While the forked lightnings gleam,
    And serenely lean upon Him,
    While I watch their fitful beam.

    He'll not leave me sorrowing,
    For He stoops to such as I:
    He'll not cast me from Him mourning.
    For He hears the raven's cry.

    And unless his love permits it,
    Not a harm can come to me;
    So, why should I not trust him
    When He such a friend can be?

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