--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Unknown collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 27 number: 12 published: 1924-10 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: "Unknown, “I Worship God,” *Improvement Era 27, no. 12 (October 1924)*: 1163–1163." source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera27012unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera27012unse start_page: 1163 end_page: 1163 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1924-10) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera27012unse publication_year: 1924 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1924, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # I Worship God I Worship God I love the earth — Its wond'rous surface shows Variety more marked than language knows. Hills, hollows, prairies, valleys, rugged peaks; S wails, gutters, canyons, rivers, oceans creeks; Woodlands and meadows; marsh and wilderness; Fruits, flowers, grasses, trees — mankind to bless. For all this varied surface of the land Will yield obedience to the human hand. I love the rain — The gentle rhythm of its drip, drip, drip Is music to my ears. Earth's parted lip In thirsting gladness drinks the gentle shower; In helpless fear yields to the torrents power; Broadens its rivers for the raging flood, And failing, sacrifices human blood To stay destruction's hands. But when the storm is past, skies bright again, Her eyes are heavenward turned in prayer for rain. I love the light; — Sun, moon, and stars; and little candle flame That nightly in my window burns the same, With glad and welcoming glow; Breathing the greeting that I most would know When I come back again to my small home. The light that man has made I understand, But well I know some higher, more pow'rful Hand Controls the heavenly lights; that night and day Would cease, if he who whispered first "Let There Be Light" Should let these many orbs slip from his sight. I love this we call "Life." My own life I am glad to have received. No greater purpose could have been achieved If I with diligence my time employ. I love my neighbors, friends, and all mankind, And greatest joy in serving them I find. I view in wonderment the mighty plan By which the Earth subservient is to Man. I love all things — each flower, each star, each clod, But all my praise and worship are for God. St. George, Utah. MABEL JARVIS