Poem February 15, 1900 Issue

Exultation!

BY E. F. V.

He "maketh the clouds His chariot!"
And why should we
From sorrow flee
In fear and trepidation?

He "maketh the clouds His chariot!"
In Him abide
And safely ride
Above the desolation.

He "maketh the clouds His chariot!"
So let us make
Each sorrow take
Its place of degradation,
Below our feet,
A chariot meet,
And ride to exultation.

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