Text: | To him who is the Life of life |
Author: | Alice Cary |
1 To him who is the Life of life,
My soul its vows would pay;
He leads the flowery seasons on,
And gives the storm its way.
2 The winds run backward to their caves
At his divine command,
And the great deep he holds within
The hollow of his hand.
3 He clothes the grass, he makes the rose
To wear her good attire;
The moon he gives her patient grace,
And all the stars their fire.
4 He hears the hungry raven's cry,
And sends her young their food;
And through our evil intimates
His purposes of good.
5 He stretches out the north; he binds
The tempest in his care;
The mountains can not strike their roots
So deep he is not there.
6 Hid in the garment of his works,
We feel his presence still
With us, and through us fashioning
The mystery of his will.
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First Line: | To him who is the Life of life |
Author: | Alice Cary |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | Attributes of God: Providence; Life of Life |