The following grew out of a suggestion that Science should by this time bring forth words for its own Hymnal. It is offered without any attempt at self-justification, or maternal pride.
Eternal Mind the Potter is,
And thought, the eternal clay.
The hand that fashions is divine;
His works pass not away.
Man is the noblest work of God.
His beauty, power, and grace,
Immortal; perfect as His Mind
Reflected, face to face.
God could not make imperfect man
His model Infinite;
Unhallowed thought he could not plan—
Love's work and Love must fit.
Life, Truth, and Love the pattern make,
Christ is the perfect heir;
The clouds of sense roll back, and show
The form divinely fair.
God's will is done; His kingdom come.
The Potter's work is plain.
The longing to be good and true
Has brought the Light again;
And Man shall stand as God's own child,
The Image of His Love.
Let gladness ring from every tongue,
And Heaven and earth approve.
