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                                   HYMNS 

  	                        By Rev. Mary Baker Eddy 

 1	[Set to the Church Chimes and Sung on This Occasion] 

  	                LAYING THE CORNER-STONE 

 3	              Laus Deo, it is done! 
  	              Rolled away from loving heart
  	                  Is a stone. 
 6	              Joyous, risen, we depart
  	                  Having one. 

  	              Laus Deo, — on this rock
 9	              (Heaven chiselled squarely good)
  	                  Stands His church, — 
  	              God is Love, and understood
12	                  By His flock. 

  	              Laus Deo, night starlit
  	              Slumbers not in God's embrace;
15	                  Then, O man! 
  	              Like this stone, be in thy place;
  	                  Stand, not sit. 

18	              Cold, silent, stately stone,
  	              Dirge and song and shoutings low,
  	                  In thy heart
21	              Dwell serene, — and sorrow? No,
  	                  It has none,
  	                  Laus Deo! 

 

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 1	                    "FEED MY SHEEP" 

  	               Shepherd, show me how to go
 3	                O'er the hillside steep,
  	              How to gather, how to sow, — 
  	                H...ow to feed Thy sheep;
 6	              I will listen for Thy voice,
  	                Lest my footsteps stray;
  	              I will follow and rejoice
 9	                All the rugged way. 

  	              Thou wilt bind the stubborn will,
  	                Wound the callous breast,
12	              Make self-righteousness be still,
  	                Break earth's stupid rest. 
  	              Strangers on a barren shore,
15	                Lab'ring long and lone — 
  	              We would enter by the door,
  	                And Thou know'st Thine own. 

18	              So, when day grows dark and cold,
  	                Tear or triumph harms,
  	              Lead Thy lambkins to the fold,
21	                Take them in Thine arms;
  	              Feed the hungry, heal the heart,
  	                Till the morning's beam;
24	              White as wool, ere they depart — 
  	                Shepherd, wash them clean. 

 

Pulpit and Press – HYMNS                                                          18


 1	                          CHRIST MY REFUGE 

  	              O'er waiting harpstrings of the mind
 3	                  There sweeps a strain,
  	              Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind
  	                  The power of pain. 

 6	              And wake a white-winged angel throng
  	                  Of thoughts, illumed
  	              By faith, and breathed in raptured song,
 9	                  With love perfumed. 

  	              Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show
  	                  Life's burdens light. 
12	              I kiss the cross, and wake to know
  	                  A world more bright. 

  	              And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea
15	                  I see Christ walk,
  	              And come to me, and tenderly,
  	                  Divinely talk. 

18	              Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,
  	                  Upon Life's shore;
  	              'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,
21	                  Oh, nevermore! 

  	              From tired joy and grief afar,
  	                  And nearer Thee, — 
24	              Father, where Thine own children are,
  	                  I love to be. 

 

Pulpit and Press – HYMNS                                                          19


 1	              My prayer, some daily good to do
  	                 To Thine, for Thee;
 3	              An offering pure of Love, whereto
  	               God leadeth me.
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