The Providence of God
Yea, the Lord shall give that which is good; and our land shall yield her increase. Psalm 85:12
The seed was sown long months ago,
And, through the winter's cold and snow,
We trusted that God's care would bring
The green and tender blade in spring,
Which cherished by the sun and rain
Of summer, now has yielded grain
In autumn, when the reaper leaves
His cot to cut and bind the sheaves,
And load with them the nodding wain
Which bears them homeward from the plain.
So God's great mercies thus abound;
His love still brings the seasons round;
His blessings fill our happy fields,
And all our land its increase yields:
So if we serve Him as we should,
Our Lord will give us all things good;
And He who doth the ravens feed
Much more will give us all we need!
Christian Poetry by Anonymous
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