OUR GOD by C. M. Snow

Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Apr 25, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 17.

OUR GOD.

By C. M. Snow

THERE is no God like our God, No help so wondrous strong; For, few and weary tho we be, With Him we are a throng. No arm in all the universe His power can defy, Yet in the hollow of His hand The weak securely lie.

I can not doubt that searching word At which the heavens flee; It calms the tempest of my fears, And stills my Galilee. It thrills the million moving spheres That gem the shimmering space, Yet finds in hearts that yearn for God A glad abiding-place.

He whispers in the winds that ope His treasure-house of hail; He sends the rain and gentle dew, That harvest may not fail. He speaks adown the darkening skies In voice of thunder loud; His sword of light, His falchion bright, Is brandished in the cloud.

And yet there glows in every rose That drinks the sparkling dew, In modest grace and smiling face, God's wondrous love to you. I hear it in the rustling trees, I read it in the sea; Its carols run from sun to sun In one grand harmony.

Oakland, Cal. C. M. SNOW.