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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Dec 25, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 52.

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PEARL WAGGONER

By Pearl Waggoner

“By the Things That Are Made”

PEARL WAGGONER

Where'er I turn, where'er I look, God's handiwork is there displayed; I hear the singing of the brook, I view the things his word has made: The mighty, everlasting hills All tree-bedecked, with sparkling rills A-wandering o'er the sides of them Like ornament of precious gem; Or here, perchance, a waterfall Whose roar can drown the song-bird's call As, spendthrift-like, it seeks to fling Its store away. And here a spring, A shaded, cooling, wondrous thing Whose depths new strength and freshness bring.
I see the traces everywhere That speak a God. The sun's bright glare By kindly cloud is veiled oft, Which then in rain—refreshing, soft— Will break betimes. And when the night Extinguishes the greater light, Then, lo, the moon and stars appear, All telling of a Watcher near.
O, who can doubt God's word, or power, When every day, yea, every hour, In all creation it is seen, Upholding worlds and planting green? And who can doubt that power so vast Will guard his children to the last? Where'er I look, where'er I turn,— If to the hills, or sky, or wood,— One truth I there can read and learn: That God is love, and God is good.
Hinsdale, Ill.