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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Aug 1, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 31.

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MISSIONS

By Wm. Nehring

THE WIND ACROSS THE WHEAT.

I HAVE wandered through the woodland and o'er the meadows sweet, And have heard the lovely singing birds by brooklets' cool retreat, And I have seen in spring-time the grass and flowers and trees Come bursting into greenness and blossom in the breeze, And I have been delighted with the scent upon the air, Of the perfume of sweet blossoms, so many and so fair, And my heart is filled with reverence, my heart is filled with love, At the wondrous loving-kindness of the gracious God above. But now I see another sight most wonderful and grand; 'Tis the waving, golden fields of wheat in Oklahoma land. Stretching out in broad expanses as far as eye can reach, The bounteous harvest should to man a wholesome lesson teach. And as I walked beside the fields I heard a sound most sweet, In the rustle and the whisper of the wind across the wheat, And it seemed to tell of millions who are waiting to be fed; And the wheat is heaven's blessing to supply their daily bread. And next I heard a sighing as of a mighty band— Of India's famine-stricken, and from Europe's care-worn land, And then the wheatfields seemed to beg that they might soon be sent To satisfy the hungry, and bring them sweet content. And my heart was filled with thankfulness and praise to God above, For His blessing and His goodness and His blest impartial love— For sending rain and sunshine on evil and on good; And hearing e'en the raven's cry when calling for their food, O, sweet the thought, He cares for me, and guides me all the way! He knows my needs before I ask, and keeps me day by day; And 'tis sweet to heed the pleading of the Spirit's gentle voice, That takes away all selfishness and makes the heart rejoice, O, that this hope to weary souls may everywhere be given Of sharing in that glorious time when this earth will be heaven, When pain and trouble flee away and sin shall be no more, And woe and want shall banished be from that immortal shore! Kiel, Oklahoma. WM. NEHRING.