Books by Mary Baker Eddy

CHAPTER VIII: Dedicatory Messsages to Branch Churches
page 665

come when the forest becomes a fruitful field, and the deaf
hear the words of the Book, and the eyes of the blind see
out of obscurity.


   Beloved Students and Church: - Thanks for invitation
to your dedication.  Not afar off I am blending with
thine my prayer and rejoicing.  God is with thee.  "Arise,
shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is
risen upon thee."

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   My Beloved Brethren: - Have just received your despatch.
  Since the world was, men have not heard with
the ear, neither hath the eye seen, what God hath prepared
for them that wait upon Him and work righteousness.


   My Beloved Brethren: - To-day I am privileged to
congratulate the Christian Scientists of my native State
upon having built First Church of Christ, Scientist, at
the White Mountains.  Your kind card, inviting me to
be present at its dedication, came when I was so occupied
that I omitted to wire an acknowledgment thereof
and to return my cordial thanks at an earlier date.  The
beautiful birch bark on which it was written pleased me;
it was so characteristic of our Granite State, and I
treasure it next to your compliments.  That rustic scroll
brought back to me the odor of my childhood, a love
which stays the shadows of years.  God grant that this
little church shall prove a historic gem on the glowing
records of Christianity, and lay upon its altars a sacrifice
and service acceptable in God's sight.
   Your rural chapel is a social success quite sacred in its
results.  The prosperity of Zion is very precious in the
sight of divine Love, holding unwearied watch over a
world.  Isaiah said: "How beautiful upon the mountains
are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, . . . that
saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!"  Surely, the Word
that is God must at some time find utterance and acceptance

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throughout the earth, for he that soweth shall reap.
To such as have waited patiently for the appearing of
Truth, the day dawns and the harvest bells are ringing.
Truth, the day dawns and the harvest bells are ringing.

      "Let us, then, be up and doing,
        With a heart for any fate;
      Still achieving, still pursuing,
        Learn to labor and to wait."

   The peace of Love is published, and the sword of the
Spirit is drawn; nor will it be sheathed till Truth shall
reign triumphant over all the earth.  Truth, Life, and
Love are formidable, wherever thought, felt, spoken, or
written, - in the pulpit, in the court-room, by the wayside,
or in our homes.  They are the victors never to be
vanquished.  Love is the generic term for God.  Love
formed this trinity, Truth, Life, Love, the trinity no man
can sunder.  Life is the spontaneity of Love, inseparable
from Love, and Life is the "Lamb slain from the foundation
of the world," - even that which "was dead, and
is alive again; and was lost, and is found;" for Life is
Christ, and Christ, as aforetime, heals the sick, saves
sinners, and destroys the last enemy, death.
   In 1888 I visited these mountains and spoke to an
attentive audience collected in the hall at the Fabyan
House.  Then and there I foresaw this hour, and spoke
of the little church to be in the midst of the mountains,
closing my remarks with the words of Mrs. Hemans: -

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