The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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THE COVENANT |
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June 11 THE COVENANT
“I will remember my covenant ... between me and you and
every living creature.”—Gen. ix. 15.
Why should I deem myself so grand,
When the Great Power that formed this frame
Fashioned the life of every land
With wisdom and in love the same?
It was one Father's Hand, that wrought
In butterfly and bee His thought.
When the Great Power that formed this frame
Fashioned the life of every land
With wisdom and in love the same?
It was one Father's Hand, that wrought
In butterfly and bee His thought.
The same sweet beauty gave to man
And midge alike a separate part,
Each insect entered in God's Plan
And came from boundless Mercy's heart;
Angel and bird he taught to sing,
And laid His law on every wing.
And midge alike a separate part,
Each insect entered in God's Plan
And came from boundless Mercy's heart;
Angel and bird he taught to sing,
And laid His law on every wing.
The same Compassion breathed through all,
Even if by crosses went the way
To bliss and but with many a fall—
Ere ant or king found holiday.
It was a common Maker's heed,
Which met and planted either's need.
Even if by crosses went the way
To bliss and but with many a fall—
Ere ant or king found holiday.
It was a common Maker's heed,
Which met and planted either's need.
The same rich Bounty sheds on beast
And baby weakness what is fit,
At one broad table sets our feast
And scatters treasures infinite;
O how should I more blessèd be,
Had not the Saviour died for me?
And baby weakness what is fit,
At one broad table sets our feast
And scatters treasures infinite;
O how should I more blessèd be,
Had not the Saviour died for me?
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