Praise God From Whom Hope Flows

Praise God from Whom all blessing flows

He breaks the bud that holds the rose

He tends the fallow where the grain

Is nurtured by His sun and rain

Praise God from Whom Time’s blessing pours

He cups its sea twixt eon’s shores

And curls the vine bent low with fruit

Where Nature obeys His statute

Praise God from Whom earth’s tray is spread

With little loaves of daily bread

Where man depends upon His grace

And no one else can take His place

Praise God from Whom the dawn is lent

Thus to fulfill His covenant

Of summer, winter, fall and spring

Let all the mouths of mortal sing

Praise God in Whom man puts His trust 

He places merit in his dust

Praise God Who, when this life grows dim

Has purchased a Way back to Him

© Janet Martin