“By Him all things consist.”-Col. 1: 17.
Go count the stars, and tell their sum,
The sands that gird the sea,
The fountains whence the oceans come,
Infinite hosts and boundless sea,
Which none can count or span,
Save One who compassed Calvary
“All things” by Him were made of old
The seas, the sands, the stars were told
But sin, alas! has stung the whole
With travail, groan, and pain,
Till He destroys all death’s control,
And “maketh whole” again.
Oh, Lamb of God, Thy “scarlet line”
Runs all creation through!
The glory, Lord, the glory ‘s Thine,
Who makest all things new.C. F. C.