(Phil. 4:22.)

In places most unlikely
The Lord His grace doth show;
On bleak and storm-swept mountains
He makes His grass to grow.

On heights most uninviting,
The playground of the storm,
He bringeth into being
The flower of perfect form.

In wicked Caesar's household,
The gospel seed there sown
Brought fruit to life eternal;
There God sustained His own.

And still His arm upholds us,
For He doth make us stand;
Omnipotence enfolds us,
Protected by His hand.

E. H. Hageman