This setting of Mary Baker Eddy's poem is both hopeful and encouraging. It flows with a gentle joy. Pub. by Say No More Publishing (BMI) & Maya Productions Ltd. (ASCAP)
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Words from a poem by Mary Baker Eddy
Music by Mindy Jostyn
It matters not what be thy lot,
So Love doth guide;
For storm or shine, pure peace is thine,
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,
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 earth-bound wake,
Who doth His will — His likeness still —
Music Copyright 1988 The Christian Science Board of Directors
Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection