by Gideon Burton
Unto thy Son the molding of the sun;
Into His care the careful craft of earth;
By Jesus Lord, who privilege first had won,
Came all the world's creations into birth.
Thou didst unto His able hands bestow
The sculpting of the mountains, rivers, skies;
The planting of all growing things below,
The raising of them tender as they rise.
The sinews, organs, tissues of thy seed
Did Jesus bind together, blood and bone;
His patient, able hands met every need--
Creation's power to Him was giv'n alone.
Yet Father, distant God of shadowed power,
Did come to heal Creator in his hour.
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