Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey him;
By him the birds are fed;
And to us all, his children,
He gives our daily bread.
SO SAFE!
As on the mother’s breast,
Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey him;
By him the birds are fed;
And to us all, his children,
He gives our daily bread.
SO SAFE!
As on the mother’s breast,