How good to know that God is with us still.
We must have tested well, His patient love,
Our waywardness, our protestations shrill
Must long have wearied angel hosts above.
We do not merit God’s great constancy,
So much He does, and gives, yet we reject,
His views by right should be hostility
And yet we still remain, His own elect.
He then is with us, with us every day,
In patience, wisdom, strength and gentle grace,
Is with us in our work and in our play,
And puts the light of heaven on our face.
At once our hope, reality and claim. Commissioner Harry Read
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