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Words by Mary Baker Eddy

It matters not what be thy lot
So Love doth guide
For storm or shine, pure peace is thine
Whate’er betide

And of these stones, or tyrants’ thrones
God able is
To raise up seed in thought and deed
To faithful His

Aye, darkling sense, arise, go hence!
Our God is good
False fears are foes, truth tatters those
When understood

Love looseth thee, and lifteth me
Ayont hate’s thrall
There Life is light and wisdom might
And God is All

The centuries break, the earthbound wake
God’s glorified
Who doth His will His likeness still
Is satisfied

Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection