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 spirit
The face of the earth to renew;
His throne of old is established;
To Him all glory is due.

He hath measured the mighty waters
In 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 liken
This God of Israel?

To the faint He giveth power,
And to them that have no might,
Their waning strength reneweth,
For them, no age nor blight.
They shall mount on wings as eagles;
They shall not faint nor tire;
They shall run and not be weary
Who for His love aspire.

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February 2, 1935

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