I GO TO THE GARDEN
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?Who talks of scheme and plan?The Lord is God! He needeth notThe poor device of man.I walk with bare, hushed feet the groundYe tread with boldness shod;I dare not fix with mete and boundThe Love and Power of God.Ye praise His Justice; even suchHis pitying love I deem:Ye seek a King; I fain would touchThe robe that hath no seam.Ye see the curse which overbroodsA world of pain and loss;I hear our Lord’s BeatitudesHis prayer upon the Cross.—John G. Whittier.
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?Who talks of scheme and plan?The Lord is God! He needeth notThe poor device of man.I walk with bare, hushed feet the groundYe tread with boldness shod;I dare not fix with mete and boundThe Love and Power of God.Ye praise His Justice; even suchHis pitying love I deem:Ye seek a King; I fain would touchThe robe that hath no seam.Ye see the curse which overbroodsA world of pain and loss;I hear our Lord’s BeatitudesHis prayer upon the Cross.—John G. Whittier.
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?Who talks of scheme and plan?The Lord is God! He needeth notThe poor device of man.
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?
Who talks of scheme and plan?
The Lord is God! He needeth not
The poor device of man.
I walk with bare, hushed feet the groundYe tread with boldness shod;I dare not fix with mete and boundThe Love and Power of God.
I walk with bare, hushed feet the ground
Ye tread with boldness shod;
I dare not fix with mete and bound
The Love and Power of God.
Ye praise His Justice; even suchHis pitying love I deem:Ye seek a King; I fain would touchThe robe that hath no seam.
Ye praise His Justice; even such
His pitying love I deem:
Ye seek a King; I fain would touch
The robe that hath no seam.
Ye see the curse which overbroodsA world of pain and loss;I hear our Lord’s BeatitudesHis prayer upon the Cross.—John G. Whittier.
Ye see the curse which overbroods
A world of pain and loss;
I hear our Lord’s Beatitudes
His prayer upon the Cross.
—John G. Whittier.