Gods’ measure. How great how high and good.
Recipients of His mercy know
His word and ways are past the human thought
Each day and hour ’tis proven so.
He measures not the light of sun, or rain
But freely pours on ill and good.
Though men may scoff and sneer His Holy Name
He still provides sufficient food.
Gods’ measure. Filled with loving thought
Desiring none to forfeit life.
But rather men would take His hand and live
When gone the years of mortal strife.
He made the earth, and planned for it to be
A paradise of glory peace and rest.
He wills that all whatever race they be
May work and toil for Him and then be blest.
Gods’ measure. Sure ’til full and running o’er
Man cannot see the deepness of the cup.
Stars may be bright and many countless too
But far beyond this glory for those who sup.
And who in love submit their lives to Him
And dedicate each day the heart and hand.
The glory He has in store for such a one
Is more than mortal man can understand.
Gods’ measure. 0 may the privilege be ours
To hold the hand that steers and guides the ship.
That through the storms which come at varied times
The anchor may hold firm and and never slip.
And with His aid all trials to surmount
Thus prove to Him our faith is like to gold.
Then in the day when Christ will judge the earth.
May we embrace the glories yet untold.
The Origin of the Organic World – Part One