The flowers which deck my pathway round
And skirt the shady wood,
Proclaim as with a thousand tongues,
That God is very good.
The ripened fields 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 10/11/1942