Poems

FAITH

No faith is living faith indeedThat from earth's fetters is not freed;A faith that builds on moving sand,Thereon Truth's temple cannot stand!Faith in the things the senses know,Faith in this world's deceitful show,Such faith no mountains can remove,And never may Truth's power prove.

SECURITY

We turn not backWhen paths look dimAnd skies seem gray;No good we lackWhen trusting Him—Love lights the way.

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These books healed me

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on how the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy heal.

From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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FAITH

O Happy bird that springsOn joyous wingsTo yonder heightAnd doth not fear to fall!

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RECEIVING AND GIVING

What shall I render unto GodFor all the wealth that Love bestows?

A THANK-OFFERING

Though power in me may not abide,To praise Thee, Lord, in numbers grand,I thank Thee Thou hast not deniedThe grace to hear and understand.

THE CHOICE

A Path I chose, wherein my feet should tread;It lay before me, lily-lined and fair;Roses and sunshine, summer skies o'erhead,Sweet peace, companionship, and love, were there.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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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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New mercies, new blessings, new light on thy way;New courage, new hope, and new strength for each day;New notes of thanksgiving, new chords of delight,New praise in the morning, new songs in the night;New wine in thy chalice, new altars to raise;New fruits for thy Master, new garments of praise;New gifts from his treasures, new smiles from his face;New streams from the fountain of infinite grace;New stars for thy crown, and new tokens of love;New gleams of the glory that waits thee above;New light of his countenance full and unpriced;All this be the joy of thy new life in Christ.

SINGING BELLS

Three stemlike towers soar far aboveThe noisy street,And there they flower in singing bells;While hurrying feetAlong the path of striving men,Pause on their wayTo grapple with the beckoning day,As deep-toned swellsThe message of the singing bells—Strikes "faith," strikes "hope," strikes "courage"; thenStrikes "courage," "hope," and "faith" again!
I may not tread the paths he trodIn famed Judea's land,But I can walk as near to GodAs those who touched his hand;I may not climb the vine-clad hills,Nor stand on Olives' height,But when his truth my vision fills,I see a grander sight!

GIVING

Let me but give, dear Lord,Out of my store,What Thou hast given me—I ask no more!Even as sunbeams fareForth from the sun,So may I, too, reflectLove's sweet guerdon.

DARKNESS DISPELLED

In Love no darkness is—there shadows flee:Thou mayest rest secure in Love's embrace;Love ever present may thy refuge be,Love's morning beams may all these dreams erase.

"KNOCKING."

I used to knock with face half turned awayFrom there where I would entrance find; had eyesAlone for all the world did think and say;Knocked feebly at the door; expressed surpriseIt ope'd not to my call,—that call so faint and lowI scarce heard it myself,—the world engrossed me so.