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THE BOOK OF NATURE.
We scarce could doubt our Father's power,
Though his greatness were untold
In the sacred record made for us
By the prophet-bards of old.
Though his greatness were untold
In the sacred record made for us
By the prophet-bards of old.
We must have felt his watchfulness
About us everywhere;
Though we had not learned, in the Holy Word,
How He keeps us in his care.
About us everywhere;
Though we had not learned, in the Holy Word,
How He keeps us in his care.
I almost think we should know his love,
And dream of his pardoning grace,
If we never had read how the Saviour came,
To die for a sinful race.
And dream of his pardoning grace,
If we never had read how the Saviour came,
To die for a sinful race.
For the sweetest parables of truth
In our daily pathway lie,
And we read, without interpreter,
The writing on the sky.
In our daily pathway lie,
And we read, without interpreter,
The writing on the sky.
The ravens, fed when they clamor, teach
The human heart to trust;
And the rain of goodness speaks, as it falls
On the unjust and the just.
The human heart to trust;
And the rain of goodness speaks, as it falls
On the unjust and the just.
The sunshine drops, like a leaf of gold,
From the book of light above;
And the lily's missal is written full
Of the words of a Father's love.
From the book of light above;
And the lily's missal is written full
Of the words of a Father's love.
So, when we turn from the sacred page
Where the holy record lies,
And its gracious plans and promises
Are hidden from our eyes;
Where the holy record lies,
And its gracious plans and promises
Are hidden from our eyes;
One open volume still is ours,
To read and understand;
And its living characters are writ
By our Father's loving hand!
To read and understand;
And its living characters are writ
By our Father's loving hand!
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