For still the New allures,
Their purpose falters ever,
No plan of theirs endures;
Strange Gods demand their worship,
Strange creeds that come and go;
Men's thoughts and men's opinions
Are Tides that ebb and flow.
On ever-shining currents
Their minds drift to and fro,
Their wavering wills are shaken
By all the winds that blow;
But steadfast as the mountains,
And surer than the sea,
And fixed as are the heavens,
God is and God shall be.
And though the little hills shall melt,
The mighty mountains move,
Though earth and heaven shall pass away,
And suns unstable prove,
Though faithless stars shall cease to shine,
And there is no more sea,
Still changeless as the changeless God
The word of God shall be.
Annie Johnson Flint
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