The Watcher

As the wave to the shore, as the dew to the leaf, As the breeze to the flower, As the scent of a rose to the heart of a child, As the rain to the dusty land-- My heart goeth out unto Thee--unto Thee! The night is far spent and the day is at hand.

As the song of a bird to the call of a star, As the sun to the eye, As the anvil of man to the hammers of God, As the snow to the earth-- Is my word unto Thy word--to Thy word! The night is far spent and the day is at hand