[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.

It is the heart that's freed from fear
That recognizes God, so near.
The vision of his Father's plan
Is then revealed to 'wakened man.

The truer view, the healing touch,
Are his who may have suffered much,
But who, when pressed by foes of sense,
Has sought and found his true defense.

So, joyous be, O heart of mine,
That inspiration's golden wine
Has lifted up from earth-bound thought
To heights of vision, truly sought.

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The Christian Science Bible Lessons
February 17, 1923

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