| Text reference: O'er waiting harpstrings by Mary Baker Eddy |
| Lyrics: O'er waiting harpstrings 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 en-grounds 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 of Love, where-to God leadeth me. |
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