HIS BANNER OVER US by Viola E. Smith

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Feb 17, 1898

HIS BANNER OVER US.

By Viola E. Smith

Earth hath a thousand voices which proclaim The love of God,—the breezes whisper it; The slumb’ring forests tell it in their sleep; The glad flowers smile it to the bending sky; The stars sing of it in their courses vast; All nature joins in swelling the sweet song, And gladly rolls it to the throne of God,— “His banner over us is love.”

Adown the long, dim vista of the past, I see that royal banner floating free; Beneath its folds night shineth as the day, And wildernesses blossom as the rose. That banner still is o’er us as of old; Then let us follow, singing, where it leads, And if the smoke of battle sometimes hides It from our view, or lowering storm-clouds come Between us and its blessed sheltering folds, Let us sing on, sure that it still is there; And let us follow up the shining heights, Until, earth’s storms and conflicts far below, We reach the glorious golden gates of God, Whereto that banner leads.

VIOLA E. SMITH.

Sergeant Bluff, Iowa.