| Text reference: Christ my Refuge, By Mary Baker Eddy |
| Lyrics: O'er waiting harp-strings of the mind, there sweeps a strain. Low, sad and sweet whose measures bind the power of pain, and wake a white-winged angel throng of thoughts illumed, by faith and breathed in raptured song with love perfumed. Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show Life's burdens light. I kiss the cross, and wake to know a world more bright. And o'er earth's troubled angry sea, I see Christ walk, and come to me and tenderly Divinely talk. Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock upon Life's shore 'gainst which the winds and waves can shock oh never more. From tired joy and grief afar, and nearer thee, Father, where thine own children are, I love to be. My prayer, some daily good to do to thine for thee: an offering pure Love, where to God leadeth me. And offering pure of Love, where to God leadeth me. |
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