God?is So Great That All

The World Is Charged With The Grandeur Of God.

Birds Buildbut Not I Build; No, But Strain, Time's Eunuch, And Not Breed One Work That Wakes. Mine,o Thou Lord Of Life, Send My Roots Rain.

When A Man Is In God's Grace And Free From Mortal Sin, Then Everything That He Does, So Long As There Is No Sin In It, Gives God Glory And What Does Not Give Him Glory Has Some, However Little, Sin In It. It Is Not Only Prayer That Gives God Glory But Work. Smiting On An Anvil, Sawing A Beam, Whitewashing A Wall, Driving Horses, Sweeping, Scouring, Everything Gives God Some Glory If Being In His Grace You Do It As Your Duty.

For Christ Plays In Ten Thousand Places,/ Lovely In Limbs, And Lovely In Eyes Not His/ To The Father Through The Features Of Men’s Faces.

Lovely The Woods, Waters, Meadows, Combes, Vales, All The Air Things Wear That Build This World Of Wales.