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, nevermore!

    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.

NOTE

BY REV.  MARY BAKER EDDY

The land whereon stands The First Church of Christ, Scientist, in Boston, was first purchased by the church and society.  Owing to a heavy loss, they were unable to pay the mortgage; therefore I paid it, and through trustees gave back the land to the church.

In 1892 I had to recover the land from the trustees, reorganize the church, and reobtain its charter—­not, however, through the State Commissioner, who refused to grant it, but by means of a statute of the State, and through Directors regive the land to the church.  In 1895 I reconstructed my original system of ministry and church government.  Thus committed to the providence of God, the prosperity of this church is unsurpassed.

From first to last The Mother Church seemed type and shadow of the warfare between the flesh and Spirit, even that shadow whose substance is the divine Spirit, imperatively propelling the greatest moral, physical, civil, and religious reform ever known on earth.  In the words of the prophet:  “The shadow of a great rock in a weary land.”

This church was dedicated on January 6, anciently one of the many dates selected and observed in the East as the day of the birth and baptism of our master Metaphysician, Jesus of Nazareth.

Christian Scientists, their children and grandchildren to the latest generations, inevitably love one another with that love wherewith Christ loveth us; a love unselfish, unambitious, impartial, universal,—­that loves only because it is Love.  Moreover, they love their enemies, even those that hate them.  This we all must do to be Christian Scientists in spirit and in truth.  I long, and live, to see this love demonstrated.  I am seeking and praying for it to inhabit my own heart and to be made manifest in my life.  Who will unite with me in this pure purpose, and faithfully struggle till it be accomplished?  Let this be our Christian endeavor society, which Christ organizes and blesses.