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Music by John Gilmore
Words by Mary Baker Eddy

Brood o’er us with Thy sheltering wing ‘neath which our spirits blend
Like brother birds, that soar and sing,
And on the same branch bend.
The arrow that doth wound the dove
Darts not from those who watch and Love.

If thou the bending reed wouldst break
By thought or word unkind
Pray that his Spirit you partake
Who loved and healed mankind
Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain that make men one in love remain.

Learn, too, that wisdom’s rod is given for faith to kiss, and how;
That greetings florious from high heaven,
Whence joys supernal flow,
Come from that Love, divinely near,
Which chastens pride and earth born fear,

Though God who gave that word of might
Which swelled creation’s lay;
Let there be light and there was light.
What chased the clouds away?
Twas Love whos finger traced aloud a bow of promise on the cloud.

Thou to whose power our hope we give,
Free us from human strife.
Fed by Thy love divine we live,
For Love alone is Life;
And life most sweet, as heart to heart speaks kindly when we meet and part

Copyright 2005 Johnny Rand Music Publishing
Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection