From all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator’s praise arise; Let the Redeemer’s name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. —Isaac Watts, Christian Science Hymnal, No.
Let the heaven and earth praise him, the seas, and every thing that moveth therein. — Psalms 69:34.
When Christian Science has melted away the cloud of false witnesses; and the dews of divine grace, falling upon the blighted flowers of fleeting joys, shall lift every thought-leaflet Spiritward; and “Israel after the flesh,” who partaketh of its own altars, shall be no more,—then, “the Israel according to Spirit” shall fill earth with the divine energies, understanding, and ever-flowing tides of spiritual sensation and consciousness. —Mary Baker Eddy, Miscellaneous Writings 1883–1896, p.
From the falling leaves of old-time faiths men learn a parable of the period, that all error, physical, moral, or religious, will fall before Truth demonstrated, even as dry leaves fall to enrich the soil for fruitage. —Mary Baker Eddy, Miscellaneous Writings 1883–1896, p.
The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. — Galatians 5:22, 23.
Christianity will never be based on a divine Principle and so found to be unerring, until its absolute Science is reached. When this is accomplished, neither pride, prejudice, bigotry, nor envy can wash away its foundation, for it is built upon the rock, Christ.
My work is reflected light,—a drop from His ocean of love, from the underived glory, the divine Esse. —Mary Baker Eddy, The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and Miscellany, p.
Be Thou, O God, exalted high; And as Thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till Thou art here and now obeyed. —Tate and Brady, Christian Science Hymnal, No.
A radiant sunset, beautiful as blessings when they take their flight, dilates and kindles into rest. Thus will a life corrected illumine its own atmosphere with spiritual glow and understanding.
His mighty purpose ripens fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. —William Cowper, adapt.