O fearful one, why dost thou fear? Is ill
From Him who giveth good—the Father's will?
Or hast thou other gods that evil bring?
Know God aright; then lift thy voice and sing!
For God is Love, and can but good bestow;
Thou, too, His gift of joy and peace shall know.
The ills of mortal sense Love never knew;
And evil, then, is but a dream—untrue.
Then God is Mind; and all that He hath made
Are thoughts of His, within that Mind displayed:
His pure expression, perfect works are they,
Apart from erring sense and finite clay.
