August 5

I say not unto you that I will pray the Father for you, for the Father Himself loveth you.

O JOY supreme! I know the Voice, Like none beside on earth or sea;

Yea more, O soul of mine, rejoice, By all that He requires of me, I know what God Himself must be.

No picture to my aid I call, I shape no image in my prayer;

I only know in Him is all Of life, light, beauty, everywhere, Eternal Goodness here and there!

I know He is, and what He is, Whose one great purpose is the good

Of all. I rest my soul on His Immortal Love and Fatherhood; And trust Him, as His children should.

I fear no more. The clouded face Of Nature smiles; through all her things

Of time and space and sense I trace The moving of the Spirit's wings, And hear the song of hope she sings.

JOHN GREEN- LEAF WHITTIER

THERE IS NONE BUT THEE