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In Our Father’s Care

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 5, 1909

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 86, No. 31.

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In Our Father’s Care

The ships glide in at the harbor’s mouth, And the ships sail out to sea, And the wind that sweeps from the sunny South Is as sweet as sweet can be. There’s a world of toil and a world of pains, There’s a world of trouble and care; But, O, in a world where our Father reigns There is a gladness everywhere!
The earth is fair in the breezy morn, And the toilers sow and reap, And the fulness comes to the tasseled corn Whether we wake or sleep; And far on the hills by feet untrod There are blossoms that scent the air; For, O, in this world of our Father, God, There is beauty everywhere!
The babe lies soft on the mother’s breast, And the tide of joy flows in; He giveth, He taketh, He knoweth best— The Lord to whose home we win. And, O, when the soul is with trials tossed, There is help in the lifted prayer! For never a soul that loves is lost, All share our Father’s care.
The ships sail over the harbor bar, Away and away to sea; The ships sail in with the evening star To the port where no tempests be; The harvest waves on the summer hills, And the bands go forth to reap; And all is right, as our Father wills, Whether we wake or sleep.
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