1 To him who is the Life of life,
My soul its vows would pay;
He leads the flowery seasons on,
And gives the storm its way.
2 The winds run backward to their caves
At his divine command,
And the great deep he holds within
The hollow of his hand.
3 He clothes the grass, he makes the rose
To wear her good attire;
The moon he gives her patient grace,
And all the stars their fire.
4 He hears the hungry raven's cry,
And sends her young their food;
And through our evil intimates
His purposes of good.
5 He stretches out the north; he binds
The tempest in his care;
The mountains can not strike their roots
So deep he is not there.
6 Hid in the garment of his works,
We feel his presence still
With us, and through us fashioning
The mystery of his will.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #134
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #134||To him who is the Life of life||To him who is the Life of life||Alice Cary||C. M.||1873||Attributes of God | Providence; Life of Life ||
|Unity Hymns and Chorals. Rev and enl. with Service Elements #d302||To him who is the Life of life my soul its vows would pay||To him who is the Life of life my soul its vows would pay||Alice Cary||1913|