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CHRIST MY REFUGE

From the January 2007 issue of The Christian Science Journal


O'er waiting harpstrings of the mind      There sweeps a strain, Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind      The power of pain, And wake a white-winged angel throng      Of thoughts, illumed By faith, and breathed in raptured song,      With love perfumed. Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show      Life's burdens light.