Christ My Refuge

Music by Désirée Goyette
Words by Mary Baker Eddy
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
I kiss the cross, and wake to know A world more bright
And o’er earth’s troubled, angry sea I see Christ walk
And come to me, and tenderly, Divinely talk

Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock, Upon Life’s shore
‘Gainst which the winds and waves can shock, Oh, never more!

From tired joy and grief afar, And nearer Thee,
Father, where Thine own children are, I love to be
My prayer, some daily good to do To thine, for Thee
An offering pure of Love, whereto God leadeth me.