“This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas—
His hand the wonders wrought”
Maltbie D. Babcock, 1901
“This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas—
His hand the wonders wrought”
Maltbie D. Babcock, 1901
This awesome Creation God hath made
can be awesomely cruel;
the desert sun a murder-blade,
the snow a killing-tool.
I’ve seen the calm beyond the storm
and the aeroplane dashed to earth;
did this world arise in form
from the source of Virgin Birth?
The dreadful majesty that we behold
comes from a line of sin
and its pre-eminence is foretold
in strife we cannot win.
But in its rage we see the measured sense
of our blood-bought inheritance.
Andrew, your poetic comment brings to mind more from Babcock’s lyrics:
“That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.”