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Permalink Reply by David Nelson Seaman on 3rd mo. 17, 2013 at 7:50pm

Here's a nice ode to God, Forrest:

 Our God, To Whom We Turn", by Edard Grubb (1854-1939 )

 

Our God, to Whom we turn

When weary with illusions

Whose stars serenely burn

Above this earth's confusion,

Thine is the mighty plan,

The steadfast order sure

In which the world began,

Endures, and will endure.

 

Thou art Thyself the Truth;

Though we who fain would find Thee,

Have tried, with thoughts uncouth.

In feeblewords to bind Thee,

It is becasue Thou art

We're driven to the quest:

Till truth from falsehood part,

Our souls can find no rest.

 

All beauty speaks of Thee:

The mountains and the rivers,

The line of lifted sea,

Where preading moonlight quivers,

The deep-toned organ blast

That rolls through arches dim,

Hints of the music vest

Of Thine eternal hymn.

 

Wherever goodness lurks

We catch Thy tones appealing;

Where man for justice works

Thou art Thyself revealing;

The blood of man, for man,

On friendship's alter split,

Betrays the mystic plan

On which Thine house is built.

 

Thou hidden fount of love,

Of peace, and truth, and beauty,

Inspire us from above

With joy and streangth for duty.

May thy fresh light arise

Within each clouded heart,

And give us open eyes

To see Thou as Thou art.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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