p. 10 | OVER AND OVER by Olive E. Dana

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Dec 14, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 49.

OVER AND OVER.

By Olive E. Dana

Over and over and over again God's harvest falls in the hands of men And never weary our Father is Of feeding these clamorous children of His; Of ripening the grain, and painting the fruit, And giving the oak its sturdier root; Of wrapping the corn in its husk away; Of hiding the seed for the wand of May, Over and over and over He pours Into our bins the bounteous stores.

Over and over and over again God's care broods over the lives of men; Unfailing, unwearied, tender, and near, So constant and close we forget 'tis here! Forbidding mischance, and defending from ill, And in His refusals enriching us still. Over and over the heart is made glad, So clear the sight of God's goodness is had, So abiding the deep, still sense Of His gracious sheltering Providence.

Over and over and over again God sets His hope in the souls of men; The joy in the joy, the gift in the gift, The light that enters through sorrows rift; The swifter days and the starrier eyes, The strange, deep peace in the heart that sighs; The thrill that says, “He is very near.” The trust that owns, “He is now and here;” Over and over, in all our living, His mercies come; we will keep thanksgiving.

—Olive E. Dana.