All Things Dark and Dreadful

Richard

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All things dark and dreadful,
All terrors great and small,
All things cruel and woeful—
The Lord God made them all.

The storm that shreds the forest,
The fire that scars the land,
The plague that haunts the cities,
All wrought by His own hand.

The beggar cold and starving,
The tyrant on his throne,
The child left lost and weeping—
He made them, every one.

The vulture and the serpent,
The poison in the well,
The sickness in the cradle,
The tolling funeral bell.

The wars that burn the nations,
The greed that rules the day,
The hatred born in silence—
He did not turn away.

He gave us eyes to witness,
And lips to cry in vain,
How vast is God Almighty,
Who fashioned joy and pain.

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