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A tender and heartfelt rendering of Mary Baker Eddy’s immortal sentiment, “My prayer, some daily good to do To Thine for Thee…” This setting follows the unique progression of the text from prayerful expectation to the overflowing cup wherein one has no other desire than to bless others
Christ My Refuge
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,
Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,
Upon Life’s shore,
‘Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,
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.
Composer: Brett L Allen
Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection