Oer Waiting Harpstrings (Christ My Refuge)

Christ My Refuge
Music by Nicholas P. Schliapin
Lyrics by Mary Baker Eddy

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 see 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 gried afar,
And nearer Three, —
Father, where Thine own children are, I love to be.

My prayer some daily good to do
To thine, for Three;
An offering pure of Love, whereto God leadeth me.

Music copyright 1995 Nicholas P. Schliapin
Words Copyright 2004 Wordlight Publishing.
Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection