O Love! thou makest all things even
In earth or heaven;
Finding thy way through prison-bars
Up to the stars;
Or, true to the Almighty plan,
That out of dust created man,
Thou lookest in a grave,--to see
More verses by Sarah Flower Adams
- O Love! Thou Makest All Things Even
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- Nearer, My God, To Thee.
- Part In Peace: Is Day Before Us?