His Bountiful Care by Worthie Harris Holden

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jul 11, 1916

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 43, No. 27.

His Bountiful Care

By Worthie Harris Holden

By WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

THE stars looking down from the heights of the night Whisper ever of God's constant power and might. The sun riding forth with the strength of the day Declares the Creator is mindful for aye. The trees with their spires point always above, While the birds in their branches are warbling God's love, And the wonderwork daily in meadow and field Allures to continual thanks for their yield. So full to o'erflowing, so fresh every morn— How can we, God's children, be sad and forlorn? Wherever I look, countless blessings I see, And they beckon my thoughts to our Lord's constancy. 'Tis omnipotent power, with a Father's great love, That so graciously wings our affections above. Ah, we cannot keep silent, for mighty our King, And our hearts' adoration the offering we bring. Though the seraphs give homage forever on high, Still He yearns for our song from His throne in the sky, And His quick ear discerns when one voice ceases praise For His bountiful care that encircles our days.