Unchanging Goodness

The earth is full of His riches;Then how can any be poor?All men are the sheep of His pasture;Forever His mercies endure.He sendeth forth His spiritThe face of the earth to renew;His throne of old is established;To Him all glory is due.

He hath measured the mighty watersIn the hollow of His hand,And the dust of the earth in a balance,And numbered the grains of sand.The heavens are spread as a curtain,As a tent in which to dwell;To whom, then, will ye likenThis God of Israel?

February 2, 1935
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