Poems

Rejoice

If darkness seems to encompass thee,And mortal fearBedims thy sight and hides the light,Be of good cheer.

"Little Children, Love One Another."

"Little children, love one another," said three times, in a voice of unutterable tenderness and meaning, is, by some, supposed to have been the last public speech of John as Bishop of Ephesus.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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Washington's Birthday

All honor to that day which long agoGave birth to him who Freedom's cause espoused;Who, by his ardor in the sacred fight,The fire and strength of patriots aroused;Who knew no master, save that One divineWhose strength was his, who knew no fear, save one—The fear of doing wrong! All hail the dayThat gave to Freedom's cause George Washington!

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In the Vineyard

Why art thou downcast, O my soul, and why disquieted?
Broadcast thy seed!Although some portion may be foundTo fall on uncongenial ground,Where sand, or shard, or stone may stayIts coming into light of day—Or when it comes, some pestilent airMay make it droop and wither there—Be not discouraged; some will findCongenial soil, and gentle wind,Refreshing dew, and ripening shower,To bring it into beauteous flower,From flower to fruit, to glad thine eyes,And fill thy soul with sweet surprise.

Exultation!

He "maketh the clouds His chariot!"And why should weFrom sorrow fleeIn fear and trepidation?

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Anthology of classic articles II

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles or download the audio.

From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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Oh , give me that seat in the corner,The lowliest, humblest chair:For the blind, the lame, deaf, and weary,Are sure to be lingering there;The hungry, the thirsty, and dying,Will be seeking a kind, helping hand:I will choose that low place in the corner,Where none but the Christian would stand.

Departure and Call

Upon the wings of mystic gloomThe old year drifteth far from sight;The final hours of latest nightOld Century's dying breath consume.

Satisfied Longings

My Father, God, to beNearer and nearer Thee,My only aim.

Satisfied

It matters not,What be thy lot,So Love doth guide;For storm or shine—Pure peace is thine—Whate'er betide.

The Healer

So stood of old the holy ChristAmidst the suffering throng;With whom his lightest touch sufficedTo make the weakest strong.

Coming Day

Heed not that error seems to holdUnbounded sway,—The darkest hour—'tis said of old—Precedes the day.