Text:The Gospel
Author:Doddridge

169. The Gospel

Mark the soft falling snow
And the diffusive rain!
To heaven, from whence it fell,
It turns not back again;
Till, watering earth
Through every pore,
It calls forth all
Her secret store.

Arrayed in beauteous green,
The hills and valleys shine,
And man and beast are fed
By providence divine:
The harvest bows
Its golden ears,
The copious seed
Of future years.

“So,” saith the God of grace,
“My gospel shall descend,
Almighty to effect
The purpose I intend;
Millions of souls
Shall feel its power,
And bear it down
To millions more.”

Text Information
First Line: Mark the soft falling snow
Title: The Gospel
Author: Doddridge
Meter: H. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1866
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