He Doeth All Things Well by Lorelle Damon

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Aug 12, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 31.

He Doeth All Things Well

By Lorelle Damon

She sang it o'er and o'er again: "Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!" With spirits light, and heart aglow, She raised on high the one sweet strain. And when that heart was crushed with pain, She sang it, spite of heavy blow, Tho silver voice was faint and low — For love had fled, and hope was slain.

And still she sings it to her God, As quietly, from day to day, She follows where the Master trod, Tho cruel thorns strew all the way. And when she joins the blood-washed throng, I know she'll chant the old, sweet song. — Lorelle Damon.