The Home Circle by Saxe Holm

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Mar 10, 1887

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 13, No. 10.

The Home Circle.

By Saxe Holm

THE LOVE OF GOD.

LIKE a cradle rocking, rocking, Silent, peaceful, to and fro, Like a mother's sweet looks dropping On the little face below, Hangs the green earth, swinging, turning, Jarless, noiseless, safe and slow, Falls the light of God's face bending Down and watching us below.

And as feeble babes that suffer, Toss and cry, and will not rest, Are the ones the tender mother Holds the closest, loves the best; So when we are weak and wretched, By our sins weighed down, distressed, Then it is that God's great patience Holds us closest, loves us best.

O, great heart of God! whose loving Cannot hindered be or crossed; Will not weary, will not even In our death itself be lost— Love divine! of such great loving, Only mothers know the cost— Cost of love, which all love passing, Gave a Son to save the lost.

—Saxe Holm.