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Giving Voice

Margaret Imrie  •  Album

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Giving Voice presents hymns and inspirational songs by soloist Margaret Imrie. The healing hymns may be familiar but Margaret’s delivery is compelling, achieving “the delicate balance she finds between conveying the emotions of the music and her clear, precise diction,” writes Met tenor great James McCracken.

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Hymn 175 – “Lo, He sent His word…,”
Music: Rowland H. Prichard;
Lyrics: Violet Hay.

Lo, He sent His Word and healed them, 

Still that Word of God is here. 

Still its tender healing message 

Speaks to every listening ear. 

Truth divine, that overcometh 

All the ills that seem to be, 

In our hearts Thy Word abiding, 

We may know Thee and be free.

Love divine, that faileth never, 

Still Thy presence and Thy power 

Mighty are to save and heal us, 

Guard and guide us every hour. 

Life divine, Thy Word proclaimeth 

All true being one with Thee. 

Sinless, fearless, whole, rejoicing, 

Now and through eternity.

© The Mary Baker Eddy Collection, used with permission

Hymn 301 – “Saw ye my Saviour…,” Communion Hymn,
Music: G. O’Connor-Morris;
Lyrics: Mary Baker Eddy.

Saw ye my Saviour? Heard ye the glad sound? 

Felt ye the power of the Word? 

‘Twas the Truth that made us free, 

And was found by you and me 

In the life and the love of our Lord.

Mourner, it calls you, — “Come to my bosom, 

Love wipes your tears all away, 

And will lift the shade of gloom, 

And for you make radiant room 

Midst the glories of one endless day.”

Sinner, it calls you, — “Come to this fountain, 

Cleanse the foul senses within; 

‘Tis the Spirit that makes pure, 

That exalts thee, and will cure 

All thy sorrow and sickness and sin.”

Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless, 

Life of all being divine: 

Thou the Christ, and not the creed; 

Thou the Truth in thought and deed; 

Thou the water, the bread, and the wine.

Words by Mary Baker Eddy from the Christian Science Hymnal, used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection

Coventry Carol
Music: 16th century English;
Words: author unknown.

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
Bye bye, lully, lullay.
Lullay, thou little tiny child,
Bye bye, lully, lullay.

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
Bye bye, lully, lullay.
Lullay, thou little tiny child,
Bye bye, lully, lullay.

O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we do sing,
“Bye bye, lully, lullay”?

Herod the king, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might in his own sight
All children young to slay.

That woe is me, poor child, for thee
And ever mourn and may
For thy parting neither say nor sing,
“Bye bye, lully, lullay.”

used with CCC permission

Hymn 224 – “O Lord, I would delight…,”
Music: Henry Hiles;
Words: John Ryland.

O Lord, I would delight in Thee, 

And on Thy care depend; 

To Thee in every trouble flee, 

My best, my ever Friend. 

When all material streams are dried, 

Thy fullness is the same; 

May I with this be satisfied, 

And glory in Thy name.

All good, where’er it may be found, 

Its source doth find in Thee; 

I must have all things and abound, 

While God is God to me. 

O that I had a stronger faith, 

To look within the veil, 

To credit what my Saviour saith, 

Whose word can never fail.

He that has made my heaven secure, 

Will here all good provide; 

While Christ is rich, can I be poor? 

What can I want beside? 

O God, I cast my care on Thee; 

I triumph and adore; 

Henceforth my great concern shall be 

To love and praise Thee more.

© The Mary Baker Eddy Collection, used with permission

Hymn 146 – “In God I find a precious…,”
Music: English traditional melody;
Lyrics: Violet Ker Seymer.

In God I find a precious gift 

That knows no fear, no feud, 

That glows so still, serene and pure: 

The gift of gratitude.

It brightens all the paths of earth, 

Reflecting Truth and right, 

For gratitude doth steadfastly 

Abide in heavenly light.

With confidence it hails each task, 

With courage undismayed, 

For naught against Infinity 

Can ever be arrayed.

In seamless gratitude I weave 

A silent, healing prayer, 

With shining threads of ceaseless joy; 

For man is God’s great heir.

© The Mary Baker Eddy Collection, used with permission

Hymn 157 – “Jesus’ prayer for all his brethren…,”
Music: George Dyson;
Lyrics: Violet Hay.

Jesus’ prayer for all his brethren: 
Father, that they may be one, 
Echoes down
through all the ages, 
Nor prayed he for these alone 
But for all, that through all
time 
God’s will be done.
One the Mind and Life of all things, 
For we live in God alone; 
One the Love
whose ever-presence 
Blesses all and injures none. 
Safe within this Love we
find all 
being one.
Day by day the understanding 
Of our oneness shall increase, 
Till among all
men and nations 
Warfare shall forever cease, 
So God’s children all shall dwell

in joy and peace.

© The Mary Baker Eddy Collection, used with permission

Hymn 255 – “O’er waiting harpstrings…,” Christ My Refuge,
Music: Percy C. Buck;
Lyrics: Mary Baker Eddy.

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 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.

My prayer, some daily good to do 

To Thine, for Thee; 

An offering pure of Love, whereto 

God leadeth me.

Words by Mary Baker Eddy from the Christian Science Hymnal, used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection

Deep River
Music: spiritual of African American origin;
Lyrics: author unknown.

Deep River,

My home is over Jordan.

Deep River, Lord.

I want to cross over into campground.

Deep River.

My home is over Jordan.

Deep River, Lord,

I want to cross over into campground.

Oh, don’t you want to go,

To that Gospel feast;

That Promised Land,

Where all is peace?

Deep River.

My home is over Jordan.

Deep River, Lord,

I want to cross over into campground.

I want to cross over into campground.

Were You There? – “Were you there when…,”
Music: spiritual of African American origin;
Lyrics: author unknown.

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Ohh, sometimes it causes me to tremble

Tremble, tremble

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

Ohh, sometimes it causes me to tremble

Tremble, tremble

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

Well, were you there when the stone was rolled away?

Were you there when the stone was rolled away?

Ohh, sometimes it causes me to tremble

Tremble, tremble

Were you there when the stone was rolled away?

Hymn 66 – “From these Thy children…,”
Music: R. Vaughan Williams;
Lyrics: Violet Hay.

From these Thy children gathered in Thy name, 

From hearts made whole, from lips redeemed from woe, 

Thy praise, O Father, shall forever flow. 

Alleluia! Alleluia!

O perfect Life, in Thy completeness held, 

None can beyond Thy omnipresence stray; 

Safe in Thy Love, we live and sing alway 

Alleluia! Alleluia!

O perfect Mind, reveal Thy likeness true, 

That higher selfhood which we all must prove, 

Joy and dominion, love reflecting Love. 

Alleluia! Alleluia!

Thou, Soul, inspiring — give us vision clear, 

Break earth-bound fetters, sweep away the veil, 

Show the new heaven and earth that shall prevail. 

Alleluia! Alleluia!

© The Mary Baker Eddy Collection, used with permission

Love
Music and lyrics: Stephanie Newsom.

I love my God who brings me light

And tenderly brings healing.

In my heart there rests the hope

Of seeing His revealing:

Seeing the sinner whole,

Seeing the hungry fed,

Seeing the homeless safe,

Seeing the sick rise up from bed.


When the night seems ever long

With terror and confusion,

Quietly it calls to me, it calls to you:

“Bless you my child, lay down your burden,

Come, rest in hope, for I am Love!”


I love my God who brings me light

And tenderly brings healing.

In my heart there rests the hope

Of seeing His revealing

In healing, in Love.

Music and lyrics © Copyright 2015, Stephanie Newsom.
Words, music, and accompaniment by pianist Stephanie Newsom, Chicago,
2005, used with permission.

Copyright 2015, Stephanie Newsom. Words, music, and accompaniment by pianist Stephanie Newsom, Chicago, 2005, used with permission.

Hymn 237 – “O may we be still and seek Him…,”
Music: 14th century carol;
Lyrics by Fay Linn.

O may we be still and seek Him, 

Seek with consecration whole, 

Listening thus to hear the message, 

Far from sense and hid in Soul.

He hath promised we shall find Him, 

Love divine its promise keeps; 

God is watching with the watchful, 

God is Life that never sleeps.

If we pray to Him in secret, 

Lift to Him the heart’s desire, 

We shall find our earthly longings 

All made pure by Love’s pure fire.

Then upon the precious metal 

God’s own image will appear, 

Faithfully to Him reflected, 

One with Him forever near.

© The Mary Baker Eddy Collection, used with permission

Hymn 304 – “Shepherd, show me…,” Feed My Sheep,
Music: Lyman Brackett;
Lyrics: Mary Baker Eddy.

Shepherd, show me how to go 

O’er the hillside steep, 

How to gather, how to sow, — 

How to feed Thy sheep; 

I will listen for Thy voice, 

Lest my footsteps stray; 

I will follow and rejoice 

All the rugged way.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, 

Wound the callous breast, 

Make self-righteousness be still, 

Break earth’s stupid rest. 

Strangers on a barren shore, 

Lab’ring long and lone, 

We would enter by the door, 

And Thou know’st Thine own;

So, when day grows dark and cold, 

Tear or triumph harms, 

Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, 

Take them in Thine arms; 

Feed the hungry, heal the heart, 

Till the morning’s beam; 

White as wool, ere they depart, 

Shepherd, wash them clean.

Words by Mary Baker Eddy from the Christian Science Hymnal, used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection

Hymn 305 – “Shepherd, show me…,” Feed My Sheep,
Music: Albert F. Conant;
Lyrics: Mary Baker Eddy.

Shepherd, show me how to go 

O’er the hillside steep, 

How to gather, how to sow, — 

How to feed Thy sheep; 

I will listen for Thy voice, 

Lest my footsteps stray; 

I will follow and rejoice 

All the rugged way.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, 

Wound the callous breast, 

Make self-righteousness be still, 

Break earth’s stupid rest. 

Strangers on a barren shore, 

Lab’ring long and lone, 

We would enter by the door, 

And Thou know’st Thine own;

So, when day grows dark and cold, 

Tear or triumph harms, 

Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, 

Take them in Thine arms; 

Feed the hungry, heal the heart, 

Till the morning’s beam; 

White as wool, ere they depart, 

Shepherd, wash them clean.

Words by Mary Baker Eddy from the Christian Science Hymnal, used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection

Hymn 359 – “Trust the eternal…,”
Music: Franz Abt;
Lyrics: William P. McKenzie.

Trust the Eternal when the shadows gather, 

When joys of daylight seem so like a dream; 

God the unchanging pities like a father; 

Trust on and wait, the daystar yet shall gleam.

Trust the Eternal, for the clouds that vanish 

No more can move the mountains from their base 

Than sin’s illusive wreaths of mist can banish 

Light from His throne or loving from His face.

Trust the Eternal, and repent in meekness 

Of that heart’s pride which frowns and will not yield, 

Then to thy child-heart shall come strength in weakness, 

And thine immortal life shall be revealed.

Hymn 350 – “Through the love of God…All will be well…,”
Music: Welsh melody;
Lyrics: Mary Peters.

Through the love of God our Saviour 

All will be well; 

Free and changeless is His favor; 

All must be well; 

Precious is the Love that healed us, 

Perfect is the grace that sealed us, 

Strong the hand stretched forth to shield us; 

All, all is well.

Though we pass through tribulation, 

All will be well; 

Ours is such a full salvation, 

All must be well; 

Happy still, in God confiding, 

Fruitful, when in Christ abiding, 

Holy, through the Spirit’s guiding; 

All, all is well.

We expect a bright tomorrow, 

All will be well; 

Faith can sing through days of sorrow, 

All must be well; 

While His truth we are applying, 

And upon His love relying, 

God is every need supplying, 

All, all is well.

© The Mary Baker Eddy Collection, used with permission