Miscellaneous Writings (1883-1896) by Mary Baker Eddy
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

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       Saw ye my Saviour?  Heard ye the glad sound?
       Felt ye the power of the Word?
       'T was the Truth that made us free,
       And was found by you and me
       In the life and the love of our Lord.

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       Mourner, it calls you, - "Come to my bosom,
       Love wipes your tears all away,
       And will lift the shade of gloom,
       And for you make radiant room
       Midst the glories of one endless day."

       Sinner, it calls you, - "Come to this fountain,
       Cleanse the foul senses within;
       'T is the Spirit that makes pure,
       That exalts thee, and will cure
       All thy sorrow and sickness and sin."

       Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless,
       Life of all being divine:
       Thou the Christ, and not the creed;
       Thou the Truth in thought and deed;
       Thou the water, the bread, and the wine.

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