Oh Thou who sets in place
The morning, noon and night
Who cups the dawn in mercy’s palm
And spills its gold delight
Oh Thou, who fills the sky
With heaven-tenured strain
And tunes the earth with nature’s mirth
In myriad refrain
Oh Thou who holds the fount
Of Times four-season ken
And rends this span with Heaven’s plan
To test the hearts of men
Oh Thou who loves each one
Knowing intimately
What You have wrought; unscripted thought
Cannot be hid from Thee
Oh Thou; who art Thou, God
Who knows our secret pain?
Why this is He who sets us free
© Janet Martin
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