Christ My Refuge [Out of Print]
- Frederick Koch
- Mary Baker Eddy
- Carl Fischer
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 whitewinged 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.