What is the wonderful handiwork of God?

Can you not see in the blowing breeze,

In the dancing leaves on their parent trees,

In the blossoming bud all blushing and sweet

As it opens its heart the sunlight to greet,

The handiwork of God?

Can you not feel in the silent sweep

Of nature's awaking from ages of sleep,

In the wonderful reach toward infinite things

And the answer to needs which each day brings,

That He is aware?

 

Do you not know that the vivid gleam

Enfolding the earth with its radiant beam,

Filling with love all pulsing life,

Freeing humankind from its fear and strife,

Is God's own truth?

Oh, marvellous Truth of infinite power,

Rising supreme each day and each hour,

No life can endure apart from Thee,

No love can exist that is not free

In Thy great name.

―Spirit Ione