I am glad that the brook can praise Him,
As well as the boundless sea;
That the tiny blade of the grasses
May join with the forestry;
That the wee lone flower by the wayside
Unites with the garden fair
To utter a fragrant message
Of His infinite thought and care.
I joy in the summer’s sunshine,
In the winter’s frost and snow,
In the gales that bend low tree-monarchs,
And the zephyrs that softly blow;
But the sun pales before His glory,
And no snow can His raiment meet,
And the winds that blow are but symbols
Of His power for those who seek.
I rejoice, though so small and feeble,
I may sing of His power and might,
That the God who will note the sparrow
Is guardian through earth’s night;
And erelong in the day, beholding
His excellent majesty,
I shall kneel at His feet adoring,
And proclaim His great love for me.
Worthie Harris Holden
–The Review and Herald, September 5, 1912