GOD'S WORLD by Eliza A. Otis

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jun 1, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 22.

GOD'S WORLD.

By Eliza A. Otis

[Eliza A. Otis, in Los Angeles Times.]

God's hand is on the mounts, 'twas His own power That touched their lofty crests, and lifted high Their rock-hewn foreheads to the bending sky. These mounts, which far above the valleys tow'r, Are glorious in majesty. O, how grand! As sweeping the high stars they seem to lean Above the beauteous summer vales so green With the fresh grasses covering all the land.

The winds are whispering 'mid the leafy trees, And bird-song floods the deeps of sunny air; Bright blossoms pour their perfume ev'rywhere, The world is full of sweetest harmonies. No chance is here, but God's creative hand Formed all the wonders that about us lie, And He unrolled the blue and boundless sky, Set firm the mountains where they moveless stand,

And spread the seas and all the shining vales, Lifted the hills as footstools for His feet, Scattered the flow'rs which our glad eyes do greet, And lit the sun whose glory never pales, The countless stars which light the evening sky He placed within the endless deeps of air, And, circling their vast orbits ev'rywhere, They hear the voice of His infinity.

O, God is here, the winds do hear His voice, And, unseen, run on messages of love, The flow'rs do hear His whisper from above, And silently to growing life are stirred, The trees His loving messages do bring, Each leaf hath whisper of His tender care, In the hot noontide it is like a prayer For balm of coolness which they round us fling.

The many birds their happy voices ring, And glad are they as in the golden light Of summer's morn, and all the rivers white With crystal waters full te deums sing Along their way as swiftly to the sea, Like blessed messengers, they onward go, Singing the harvest psalms so full and low, With richest, untranslated melody.

God's world! And we may find Him everywhere, If we but look, and faith doth give us sight, And for our staff we have the blessed right. He fills the sea and highest deeps of air, His hand is on the stars and on the sun, On the lowly grasses as they upward spring, On trees and flowers, hills, vales and ev'rything, As near to-day as when the world began.