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Six Sacred Songs on Poems of Mary Baker Eddy

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Brood O’er Us with Thy Sheltering Wing
It Matter Not What Be Thy Lot
O gentle Presence
O’er Waiting Harpstrings
Saw Ye My Saviour
Shepherd, Show Me How to Go

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Six Sacred Songs on Poems of Mary Baker Eddy

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Brood O’er Us with Thy Sheltering Wing
It Matter Not What Be Thy Lot
O gentle Presence
O’er Waiting Harpstrings
Saw Ye My Saviour
Shepherd, Show Me How to Go

BROOD O’ER US WITH THY SHELTERING WING
(Setting I)

Poem by Mary Baker Eddy
Music by Daniel Burton

Brood o’er us with Thy sheltering wing,
‘Neath which our spirits blend
Like brothers birds, that soar and sing,
And on the same branch bend.
The arrow that doth wound the dove
Darts not from those who watch and love.

If Thou the bending reed would break
By thought or word unkind,
Pray that his spirit you partake,
Who loved and healed mankind:
Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain,
That make men one in love remain.

Learn, too, that wisdom’s rod is given
For faith to kiss and know;
That greetings glorious from high heaven,
Whence joys supernal flow,
Come from that Love, divinely near,
Which chastens pride and earthborn fear,

Through God, who gave that word of might
Which swelled creation’s lay:
“Let there be light, and there was light.”
What chased the clouds away?
‘Twas Love whose finger traced aloud
A bow of promise on the cloud.

Thou to whose power our hope we give,
Free us from human strife.
Fed by Thy love divine we live,
For Love alone is Life;
And life most sweet, as heart to heart
Speaks kindly when we meet and part.

IT MATTERS NOT WHAT BE THY LOT
Poem by Mary Baker Eddy
Music by Daniel Burton

It matters not what be thy lot,
So Love doth guide;
For storm or shine, pure peace is thine,
Whate’er betide.
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,
When understood.
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 earthbound wake,
God’s glorified!
Who doth His will—
His likeness still—
Is satisfied.

O GENTLE PRESENCE
Poem by Mary Baker Eddy
Music by Daniel Burton

O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestling’s 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 heaven’s after-smile earth’s teardrops gain,
And mother finds her home and heavenly rest.

O’ER WAITING HARPSTRINGS
Poem by Mary Baker Eddy
Music by Daniel Burton

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,
Divinely talk.

Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,
Upon Life’s shore,
‘Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,
Oh, nevermore!
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.

SAW YE MY SAVIOUR
Poem by Mary Baker Eddy
Music by Daniel Burton

Saw ye my Saviour?
Heard ye the glad sound?
Felt ye the power of the 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 my bosom,
Love 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,
Cleanse the foul senses within;
‘Tis the Spirit that makes pure,
That exalts thee, and will cure
All thy sorrow and sickness and sin.”

Strongest deliverer,
Friend of the friendless,
Life of all being divine:
Thou the Christ and not the creed;
Thou the Truth in thought and deed;
Thou the water, the bread and the wine.

SHEPHERD, SHOW ME HOW TO GO
(Setting I)

Poem by Mary Baker Eddy
Music by Daniel Burton

Shepherd, show me how to go
O’er the hillside steep,
How to gather, how to sow,
How to feed Thy sheep;
I will listen for Thy voice,
Lest my footsteps stray;
I will follow and rejoice
All the rugged way.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will,
Wound the callous breast,
Make self-righteousness be still,
Break earth’s stupid rest.
Strangers on a barren shore,
Laboring long and lone,
We would enter by the door,
And Thou knowest Thine own.

So, when day grows dark and cold,
Tear or triumph harms,
Lead Thy lambkins to the fold,
Take them in Thine arms;
Feed the hungry, heal the heart,
Till the morning’s beam;
White as wool, ere they depart,
Shepherd, wash them clean.

Words by Mary Baker Eddy from the Christian Science Hymnal, used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection