At midnight, grimly guarded, Paul and SilasIn the inner prison lay,Held in the stocks, their flesh torn by the lash,For witnessing to Truth; and yet,Disdaining all material evidence that seemed to boastOf wrong triumphant, joyously they sangPraises to God on high, and prayed,And sang again.And, as they sang, the walls that seemed so firm were shaken;All fetters riven, open the doors flung wide, and theyStood forth free men!So, when dark barriers of human woeWould seem to compass us about,Tormenting fears and limitations bind us fast,The stripes of pain and sorrow grieve us bitterly,E'en in our midnight hour of anguishOh, may we, accepting not "the outward sense of things,"Science And Health With Key To The Scriptures, By Mary Baker Eddy, page 129. Lift up glad songs to Love divine, and pray,And sing again;And, on thoughts winged with praise, arise to findOur freedom where we are.Remember, then, to sing!

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