God is good and God is light In this faith I rest secure, Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall love endure.

I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.

Rest if you must, but never quit.

Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.

Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!

Oh, talk as we may of beauty as a thing to be chiselled from marble or wrought out on canvas, speculate as we may upon its colors and outlines, what is it but an intellectual abstraction, after all? The heart feels a beauty of another kind; looking through the outward environment, it discovers a deeper and more real love-liness.

A true life is at once interpreter and proof of the gospel.