p. 8 | God's Providence by Margaret E. Sangster

Review and Herald Publishing Assn. · Washington, D. C. · Jan 7, 1904

God's Providence

By Margaret E. Sangster

“God’s providence is mine inheritance!” I read The quaint old legend on a rainy day, When gray and thick the clouds hung overhead, And mists were folding close about my way.

God’s providence? Then wherefore should I fear? My Father’s love is roof and inn for me; Forever, since my Father holds me dear, His goodness shall my guard and shelter be.

Another, heaven-endowed with worldly gain, May count his wealth, and gaze his acres o’er, May reap his harvest fields on hill and plain, And heap in barn and bin his fragrant store;

And I may own no inch of tilth or foot Of fallow in this great wide earth I tread; Yet I am rich, and need no pledge to boot, Save God’s clear stars above my lifted head.

“God’s providence is mine inheritance!” come loss, Or change, or grief, or whatsoe’er God send, All things shall work for blessing, and the cross Be gladly borne, if shared with Christ my Friend.

— Margaret E. Sangster.