What is it fills our hearts with joy,
The purest joy without alloy,
And keeps life free from all annoy?
Christian Science.
What is it breathing heavenly peace,
Bids mortal strivings all to cease,
And from pain brings us sweet release?
Christian Science.
What is it makes the days go by,
With naught to fret or cause a sigh
As to the How, the Which, or Why?
Christian Science.
What leads us on to think aright,
To love to work with all our might,
'Till freed from sense's slavish fight?
Christian Science.
What prompted visitant of Light
To stem sectarian Stygian night?
'Twas Mother's love of Truth and Right.
In Christian Science.
What glad paeans of holiest praise,
From thankful hearts to Heaven we raise,
For our good banner all ablaze,
With Christian Science.
