He is my God! my living Savior He!
My sheltering Rock in sad misfortune's hour!
My standard, refuge, portion, still shall be,
My lot's disposer when I seek His power.
Into His hands my spirit I consign
Whilst wrapped in sleep, that I again may wake,
And with my soul, my body I resign;
The Lord's with me—no fears my soul can shake.
THE CREATION
BY
ANNIE L. BURTON
The earth, the firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
Were made by God's creative power
Six thousand years ago or more.
Man, too, was formed to till the ground;
Birds, beasts, and fish to move around;
The fish to swim, the birds to fly,
And all to praise the Love most high.
This world is round, wise men declare,
And hung on nothing in the air.
The moon around the earth doth run;
The earth moves on its center, too;
The earth and moon around the sun
As wheels and tops and pulleys do.
Water and land make up the whole,
From East to West, from pole to pole.
Vast mountains rear their lofty heads,
Rivers roll down their sandy beds;
And all join in one grand acclaim
To praise the Lord's almighty name.
