God's Blessings.

"For thou, Lord, wilt bless the righteous; with favour wilt thou compass him as with a shield."


Like the dew-drops that fall
    Through the chill, midnight hours,
Unheeded by all,
    On the close-folded flowers, -
E'en so, on thy chosen,
    Grief stricken that bend,
Thy tenderest blessings
    In silence descend.

Like the showers that moisten
    The tree's shrivelled root,
And quicken its branches
    To flower and fruit,
E'en thus, on thy people
    Descend from above,
In richest abundance
    The showers of thy love

Like the glad light that never
    Our sad Earth forsakes,
But, as day fadeth, ever
    In the star beam awakes,
So certain and constant,
    So rich and unspent,
Thy blessings unstinted
    From Heaven are sent.

Like the waters that fail not
    Their course to fulfil,
Like the wind's tireless pinions
    That never are still,
Like the day in its rising,
    The night in its fall,
Thus constant thy blessing,
    Great Father of all!