The Mother Church

O Church of Christ, divine!
Thou art a structure strong of Truth and Love,
Whose firm foundation finds its sacred rest
Embedded deep in Principle—I am.
Thou hast no fear of storms by day or night;
Dark, threat'ning clouds and shifting winds touch not
The strength of all thy bulwarks—wrought in Mind.
Thy corner-stone was found in Genesis,
Where man, in God's own image, stands replete
With Love's omnipotence. Upon this rock
Thy structure stands, undaunted by the claims
Of carnal sense. No greater truth e'er came
To human consciousness than "perfect God
And perfect man."Science and Health, p. 259.

O Mother Church! How mighty is thy name!
The secret dwelling place of Love divine,
Where men may learn to know their God aright,
And find their rest and heaven, here and now,
In spiritual understanding blest.

O Church of Truth on earth!
Sweet halcyon retreat from mortal strife,
Thy pinnacle, agleam with prismed tears,
Doth point to Horeb heights, as yet unknown
To men! Beneath a panoply of blue,
Where suns and stars hold vigil, hour on hour,
Where master-paintings by creative Mind
Are hung in changing skies incentively
For men; thy hov'ring domes, great sentinels
Of good, bespeak the all-protecting power
Of omnipresent Love. The light of good
Streams through thy windows clear and beautiful,
Dispelling far the darkness of earth's dense
Mortality. Thy hallowed walls may well
Be called Salvation, and thy doors, The gates
Of praise. Thy preached Word, the bread of Life,
Is broken on thy altar, that mankind
May know the Christ. Thy cup the cross, thy wine
"The love of Love," Ibid., p. 319. the draught which Jesus drank.

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