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God is Good.—Anonymous.
God is good! Each perfumed flower,
The smiling fields, the dark green wood,
The insect, fluttering for an hour,—
All things proclaim that God is good.
The smiling fields, the dark green wood,
The insect, fluttering for an hour,—
All things proclaim that God is good.
I hear it in the rushing wind;
Hills that have for ages stood,
And clouds, with gold and silver lined,
Are still repeating, God is good.
Hills that have for ages stood,
And clouds, with gold and silver lined,
Are still repeating, God is good.
Each little rill, that many a year,
Has the same verdant path pursued,
And every bird, in accents clear,
Joins in the song that God is good.
Has the same verdant path pursued,
And every bird, in accents clear,
Joins in the song that God is good.
The restless main, with haughty roar,
Calms each wild wave and billow rude,
Retreats submissive from the shore,
And swells the chorus, God is good.
Calms each wild wave and billow rude,
Retreats submissive from the shore,
And swells the chorus, God is good.
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Countless hosts of burning stars
Sing his praise with light renewed;
The rising sun each day declares,
In rays of glory, God is good.
Sing his praise with light renewed;
The rising sun each day declares,
In rays of glory, God is good.
The moon, that walks in brightness, says,
God is good!—and man, endued
With power to speak his Maker's praise,
Should still repeat that God is good.
God is good!—and man, endued
With power to speak his Maker's praise,
Should still repeat that God is good.
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