As forest seeds, on winged breezès flying,
Are carried forth to many a distant place,
There springing up in tender green, supplying
The waiting world with fresher, fairer grace,
So goes the Word of Truth, for God has sent it;
It goes and lights on every distant shore.
God gives the increase—naught shall e'er prevent it;
God gives assurance, now and evermore.
Only God's thoughts have messengers to take them;
Only His purposes can grow and gain.
They come to all receptive hearts to wake them,
To light the path, to make the rough ways plain.
O God, Thy Word of Truth is now unfolding,
Healing the nations. Naught shall take its place;
For by its works it proves that Thou art holding
Thy universe intact in Love's embrace!
