[Written for the Sentinel]

A City Set upon an Hill

(The Sanatorium of The Christian Science Benevolent Association)

Fair city set upon an hill!Thy healing light cannot be hid!A beacon in a darkened world,Performing deeds the Master did.No glory dost thou claim thine own;Thy mighty works Love doth supply;Thou, too, bidst men to look on theseAnd God alone to glorify!

As daylight fades and shadows fall,When out of sight the sun sinks low,Still sun-kissed stands yon mountain's brow,Reflecting back its borrowed glow;So stands this hill-top city there,A light still piercing hopeless nightFor mortals in the plains below,When darkness hideth God from sight.

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