Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the perfect Light, Sun of righteousness, arise, Triumph o’er the shades of night; Dayspring from on high, be near, Daystar, in my heart appear. —Charles Wesley, Christian Science Hymnal, No.
Hold thy gaze to the light, and the iris of faith, more beautiful than the rainbow seen from my window at the close of a balmy autumnal day, will span thy heavens of thought. —Mary Baker Eddy, Miscellaneous Writings 1883–1896, p.
And the Lord shall guide thee continually, and satisfy thy soul in drought … and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not. — Isaiah 58:11.
Christian Science healing is “the Spirit and the bride,”—the Word and the wedding of this Word to all human thought and action,—that says: Come, and I will give thee rest, peace, health, holiness. The sweet flowers should be to us His apostles, pointing away from matter and man up to the one source, divine Life and Love, in whom is all salvation from sin, disease, and death.
A great cause, God’s new Messiah, Shows to each the bloom or blight, So can choice be made by all men Twixt the darkness and the light. —James Russell Lowell, Christian Science Hymnal, No.
Come to thy bowers, sweet spring, And paint the gray, stark trees, The bud, the leaf and wing— Bring with thee brush and breeze. —Mary Baker Eddy, Poems, p.
God is not the shifting vane on the spire, but the corner-stone of living rock, firmer than everlasting hills. —Mary Baker Eddy, Unity of Good, p.
Still, still with Thee when purple morning breaketh, When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee, Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee. —Harriet Beecher Stowe, Christian Science Hymnal, No.
Grace for today, Thou Love divine, Famishing hearts and hopes to feed; Blot out all fear, let Thy light shine With tender warmth on all our need. —Nemi Robertson, Christian Science Hymnal, No.
That Truth gives promise of a dawn Beneath whose light I am to see, When all these blinding veils are drawn, Thy love has always guided me. —Samuel Johnson, Christian Science Hymnal, No.