The Finger of God by Jennie Owen Mc Clelland

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 5, 1911

The Finger of God

By Jennie Owen Mc Clelland

JENNIE OWEN MC CLELLAND

I AM watching for the finger Of the great and mighty God In the ever-shifting changes Of earth’s scenes through which we plod, And I see it daily, hourly, In events both great and small; In the things that he upholdeth, And the ones that he lets fall.

In the good that he supplieth, And the things he doth withhold; In the copper coin he gives me Just as much as in the gold; In the kindness of my dear ones I behold his love for me; In the favor of the stranger, Still his loving hand I see.

And I see so very plainly, With my inner, clearer eyes, That each ill that doth befall me Is a blessing in disguise. For there’s nothing can approach me But his will permits it so, And his will is naught but blessing For his little ones, I know.

So in strength I’ll walk beside him, And in weakness I will rest, Like a tired, trusting infant On its loving father’s breast. And he never will forsake me. And he will not let me fall, For his love is strong, unbounded, And his strength upholdeth all.

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