Music: Lillian Jay
Text: Mary Baker Eddy
Saw ye my Saviour?
Heard ye the glad sound?
Felt ye the power of His 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 this bosom,
Loves 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,
Cleans the foul senses within;
‘Tis the Spirit that makes pure,
That exalts thee, and will cure
All the sorrow and sickness and sin.
Friend of the friendless,
Life of all being divine:
Thou the Christ and no the creed;
Thou the Truth in thought and deed;
Thou the water the bread and the wine,
Thou the water the bread and the wine.
Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection