But yesterday I saw
A rainbow in the sky, and lo! it seemed
To rest upon the highway, till it gleamed
With Heavenly hues of a celestial birth:
'Twas then I said, "God's rainbows touch our earth."
God's rainbows touch our earth!
My blessed Lord is God's best rainbow now:
Reaching to Heav'n the summit of His bow;
Yet bending o'er the weeping road I tread,
Until on earth a Heavenly light is shed.
God's rainbows touch the earth!
His promises are high-high as the clouds
That pass across the sky in numerous crowds:
But they bend low, until they touch our needs,
The common things of common daily deeds.
God's rainbows touch the earth!
They are His arms outreaching from His throne,
As if to make a weeping world His own:
Seeking, it seems, to lift it to the sky,
Ere in its tears and sorrows it shall die.
God's rainbows touch the earth!
I am so glad, for hope is needed here,
Amid so much to cause us anxious fear:
They even rest upon the graveyard yew:
God's rainbows touch the earth!
How sweetly true!
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