He Who
tints the heav’nly hue,
He Who
stretched the azure blue,
He Who
saw creation through:
What
is it that He cannot do?
He Who
bade the demons flee,
He Who
set the suff’ring free,
He Who
calmed the stormy sea:
What
is it that He cannot do?
He Whose
power made all things,
He Whose
praise all nature sings,
He Who
is the King of kings:
What
is it that He cannot do?
He Whose
word is always right,
He Who
only gives us light,
He Who
holds us by His might:
What
is it that He cannot do?
He before
Whom devils fell,
He Who
conquered death and hell,
He Who
doeth all things well:
What
is it that He cannot do?
He Who
wears the grandest Name,
He Who
loves us all the same,
He Who
to this poor world came:
What
is it that He cannot do?
He Who
washes sin away,
He Who
offers endless day,
He Who
bids us now obey:
What
is it that He cannot do?
He Who
broken hearts relieves,
He Who
broken men receives,
He in
Whom wise men believe:
What
is it that He cannot do?
He before
Whom sinners fall,
He Who
died to save us all,
He Who
bids you not forestall:
What
is it that He cannot do?
He Whose
life was pure and sweet,
He Whose
suff’ring was complete,
He Whom
someday we shall meet:
What
is it that He cannot do?
H. L. Gradowith
01-28-2002