The Living God. The God that made the world Made it, and stood aside to watch and wait,
Arranging a predestined plan
To save the soul of man—
Undying destiny—unswerving fate.
I see his hand in the path of life,
His law to and save,
His love divine in the hopes that shine
Beyond the sinner’s grave,
His care that sendeth sun and rain,
His wisdom giving rest,
His price of sin that we may not win
The heaven of the blest.
Not near enough! Not clear enough!
O God, come nearer still!
I long for thee! Be strong for me!
Teach me to know thy will!
The Living God. The God that makes the world,
Makes it—is making it in all its worth;
His spirit speaking sure and slow
In the real universe we know,—
God living in the earth.
I feel his breath in the blowing wind,
His pulse in the swinging sea,
And the sunlit sod is the breast of God
Whose strength we............