p. 4 | The Goodness of God by Susan Birdsall Roberts

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Dec 19, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 50.

The Goodness of God

By Susan Birdsall Roberts

O that men would praise the Lord for His goodness! Ps. 107:31.

O that our lives were one sweet song, One anthem of continued praise, To Him who bought us with His blood, And crowns with good our passing days.

What earthly potentate e'er gave His only well-beloved son, An ignominious death to die For crimes that he had never done?

Good, do we say? Alas for words! For fitting words to speak His praise! We only know, and see, and feel The love that shines through all His ways.

That love has crowned our every hour Since first we learned to lisp His name, A tender Father, merciful, To-day as yesterday the same.

He sends His rain upon the just And on the unjust just as well; The evening dews and genial showers Fall not alone on costly bowers, But cause each wayside bud to swell.

So does His Spirit come alike To each receptive, waiting heart; The lowly and the meek to bless With largest measure of His grace, There to abide, nor thence depart.