HEIDI
God’s handiwork
Is seen around,
Things great and small
To His praise abound—
Where are the signs of His love not found?
All things must pass,
But God shall still
With steadfast power
His will fulfil—
Sure and unshaken is His will.
His saving grace
Will never fail,
Though grief and fear
The heart assail—
O’er life’s wild seas He will prevail.
Joy shall be ours
In that garden blest,
Where after storm
We find our rest—
I wait in peace God’s time is best.
The grandmother sat with folded hands and a look of indescribable joy on her face, such as Heidi had never seen there before, although at the same time the tears were running down her cheeks. As Heidi finished, she implored her, saying, “Read it once again, child, just once again.”
And the child began again, with as much pleasure in the verses as the grandmother,—
Joy shall be ours
In that garden blest,
Where after storm
We find our rest—
I wait in peace—God’s time is best.
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