If ever Christly word hath stilled dissension,Hath healed the sick, hath made the dead arise,Law was at work; no random interventionDisturbs the creator's ordered enterprise.And still that law must stand, its operationBe present still to calm, to heal, to bless,For law is changeless and doth hold creationIn finished order, finished loveliness.

Law is of God, it looketh not for witnessTo shifting theory, code, conjecture, creed;Its wide provisions meet with perfect fitnessAt every moment each unfolding need.And yet how plain it is; no circumventionOr craft of words can darken or deferThe simple ruling and the pure intentionThat find in love their full interpreter.

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