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Mother’s Evening Prayer

Carolyn Kardinal

Key:
Ab/Multiple
Vocal Range:
High
Pitch Range:
D4 - G5
Digital Sheet Music PDF
$6.95
Key:
F/Multiple
Vocal Range:
Medium
Pitch Range:
Bb3 - E5
Digital Sheet Music PDF
$6.95
Key:
Db/Multiple
Vocal Range:
Low
Pitch Range:
G3 - C5
Digital Sheet Music PDF
$6.95
Composer:
Carolyn Kardinal
Lyricist:
Mary Baker Eddy
Publisher:
Carolyn Kardinal
Instrumentation:
Keyboard/Vocal
Key:
Ab/Multiple
,
Db/Multiple
,
F/Multiple
,
Multiple
Vocal Range:
Check
,
High
,
Low
,
Medium
Vocal Pitch Range:
Bb3 - E5
,
Check
,
D4 - G5
,
G3 - C5
MP3 Duration:
04:49

The beauty of this music is expressed through unusual chords and key changes to enhance the meaning of Mary Baker Eddy's poetry. Music by Carolyn Kardinal. Copyright 2005.

Lyrics

Mother’s Evening Prayer
Music by Carolyn Kardinal
Words by Mary Baker Eddy

O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestlingʼs faltering flight!
Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.
Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall.
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.
O make me glad for every scalding tear,
For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!
Wait, and love more for every hate,
And fear no ill, since God is good, and loss is gain.
Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;
In that sweet secret of the narrow way,
Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
“Lo, I am with you alway,” — watch and pray.
No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
When heavenʼs aftersmile earthʼs tear-drops gain,
And mother finds her home and heavʼnly rest.

Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection