O’er Waiting Harpstrings

O’er Waiting Harpstrings

Words by Mary Baker Eddy
Music by Dinah Satterwhite

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 un-veiled 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 never-more!
Oh never-more!

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, where-to God leadeth me