All good things from Christ do come, and suffer he will not
A thing of evil or of hate -- nor beauty will boycott.
The whisper of a falling leaf upon the tempered grass;
The glittered dew and twilight glim no devil can surpass.
The coruscating seashell and the patterns of sunlight
Are his to give to us, each one -- all free, as our birthright.
The scent of rose and honey savored lead us gently on
To excellence above the clouds that gambol in the dawn.
His fountains in the wilderness, his streams of loving bliss
Flow through the countryside and town and never run amiss.
Look past the majesty and awe to find his simple charm;
His friendly gaze is good to me and will my fears disarm.
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