[Written for the Sentinel]

A Song of Joy

OUR God is good; our loss means gain, When earth has dropped its fretting chain, And mortal cares have ceased to sway O'er hearts too troubled, oft, to pray.

As birds that on high branches sing, So paeans to our Lord and King May men, from thralling senses free, In joy sing on eternally.

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The Christian Science Bible Lessons
February 17, 1923
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