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God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Feeling is all in all: The Name is sound and smoke, Obscuring Heaven’s clear glow.
See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: “God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!”
And thus we sit together now, And all night long we have not stirred, And yet God has not said a word!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,— When he beats his bars and he would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings— I know why the caged bird sings!
Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember’d.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed!
Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
The Love which moves the sun and the other stars.
Please God, make him think I am still pretty.
