  God’s wisdom all my spirit fills With faith that puts to flight all doubt, The snow dissolving into rills Refreshing earth from last year’s drought Adown the peeping slopes of hills Carve their increasing channels out, God’s wisdom all my spirit fills With faith that puts to flight all doubt. The day that stirs, the night that stills; Spring’s masque of flowers; rich summer’s rout; Each wonder, far past finding out, With joy and love my bosom thrills; God’s wisdom all my spirit fills With faith that puts to flight all doubt. |
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