The flowers which seek my pathway round,
And skirt the shady wood,
Proclaim, as with a thousand tongues,
That God is very good.
The ripened field of waving grain,
For man and beast assigned,
Tell that the great Creator is
Not only good, but kind.
The glorious sun and peerless moon,
And stars which round them wait,
Prove God to be not only good,
And kind, but very great.
But O! the cross where Jesus hung,
Doth yet more strongly prove.
That, though so good, and kind, and great,
The mighty God is LOVE.
ML 11/05/1939