GOD O'ERRULETH ALL THINGS RIGHT.
By Emily H. Woodmansee
WHEN our narrow-sighted vision
Cannot trace th' Eternal aim,
Let us wait his wise decision,
Let us trust him still the same.
Past our feeble comprehension
Is God's comprehensive care,
Yet we know that all who seek him
Need not perish in despair. Never can consistent goodness
Heed the fledgling raven's cry
And neglect his suffering children,
Or his promised aid deny.
The beneficent Creator
Kindly watches over all,
And without his gracious notice
E'en a sparrow cannot fall. "Bruised reeds shall not be broken,
Smoking flax shall not be quenched,"
E'en though many a pain and sorrow
Must be borne and keenly sens'd.
Griefs that seem to tear asunder
Tender'st fibers of the heart
Are but cords to draw us to Him
Who alone can heal the smart. Crush'd and bruis'd are sweetest blossoms
All their fragrance to distill;
Precious souls are tried and proven
Love's own purpose to fulfill.
Humbly let us bow before Him
Who from gloom evolveth light,
And with trusting hearts acknowledge
God o'erruleth all things right.
—Emily H. Woodmansee.