Pulpit and Press, by Mary Baker Eddy
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

page 395

         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, nevermore!

       From tired joy and grief afar,
         And nearer Thee, -
       Father, where Thine own children are,
         I love to be.

PUL 19

       My prayer, some daily good to do
         To Thine, for Thee;
       An offering pure of Love, whereto
         God leadeth me.

PUL 20

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