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There is a place prepared of God, With Love's abundance stored, Where Life's eternal treasures are Unceasingly outpoured, And error's claims are void of power, For Truth alone is Lord. It is the secret place, above All discord, pain, and woe, The sure retreat, where longing hearts May to the Father go, And, hid from sense with Christ in God, Perpetual concord know.

Today the Christ is here within our midst To heal and save with tender, holy might. The truth shines forth with heaven's brilliancy To turn all darkness into glorious light.

The angel song is ringing, The angel song is singing, Is ringing and is singing Joy and peace. A grateful song is ringing, A grateful song is singing, For Love that from all sorrow Brings release.

Through all earth's turmoil, may I be In tranquil thought still close to Thee; Though error's thunder seeks to harm, Thy presence saves from all alarm. In Thee, O Father, I may rest With quietude upon Thy breast.

" Oh , magnify the Lord," the Psalmist said. A wise behest for us to heed today! For mortal sense would amplify the field Of its activity, to make us yield, And thus, discouraged by its boast, to say, "What power evil seems to have today!" Yield not! But ever magnify the Lord, And through the searching "lens of Spirit" The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and Miscellany by Mary Baker Eddy, page 129.

Open your heart to good, my friend; Oh, let it fairly overflow Thy consciousness, for good alone Is here for us to have and know. Open your ears to hear, your eyes To see, what God has freely given— Each day something so fresh, so new, So wonderful, revealing heaven.

With faltering steps, O God, I stumbled on; My eyes were clouded by a heavy mist, Until I learned to look each day to Thee, To keep with Thee a very sacred tryst. For now before the sun awakes the bird, I seek Thee early, early in the morn; I talk with Thee and hear Thy quickening Word, And feel the glow of righteousness reborn.

There was a man—once babe of Bethlehem— Whose coming had been long foretold by them, God's prophets; it was he who where he went Beheld none sick, nor blind, nor burden-bent— Saw only Truth, which filled his garment's hem, His Christliness his only diadem. There was a woman, strong in God's great might, Who sought from dawn to dusk, through candled night, To know the way the loving Saviour healed.

I thought of that brief time of ministry When Jesus trod the shores of Galilee And taught his followers God's love and power. Had I lived then, I could have ministered Unto him, and where'er he went and showed The way to us, I would have followed too, And done some lowly service for him there.

I do not ask that Thou, eternal Truth, Shouldst make Thy steadfast promises more sure, But that my heart may grow to understand Till trust shall reign where doubt held sway before. O ever-present Life, I do not pray That Thou shouldst closer draw, for Thou art here; But open Thou mine eyes that I may see The nothingness of hate, of death, of fear.