HYMNS FOR JULY 16, 2025

HYMN 406
O Love, our Mother, ever near,
To Thee we turn from doubt and fear!
In perfect peace our thoughts abide;
Our hearts now in this truth confide:
Man is the child of God.

O Light, in Thy light we can see
That man is ever one with Thee.
In love our lives Thou dost enfold,
And now our waiting hopes behold
That man is God’s own child.

O joy that ever will remain,
Midst seeming sorrow, hate, and pain,
Our hearts to fill with this glad song
That soars above the mists of wrong:
Man is the loved of Love.
(Christian Science Hymnal, No. 406:1–3)

HYMN 485
God of creation and Lord of my soul,
Be to me ever my One and my All.
Your presence surrounds me by day and by night;
While waking or sleeping, I live in Your light.

You are my wisdom, and You are my wealth,
You are my substance, my joy, and my health,
My Father and Mother, my haven of peace,
My comfort, my healer, my place of release.

You and You only are first in my heart;
Ours is a union that never will part.
And held in Your love, without doubt, without fear,
I know now within me that heaven is here.
(Christian Science Hymnal, No. 485:1–3)

HYMN 212
The words of this hymn were
written by Mary Baker Eddy,
the Discover and Founder of 
Christian Science.
Mrs. Eddy named her poem,

"MOTHER'S EVENING PRAYER".
O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestling’s faltering flight!
Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.

Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.

O make me glad for every scalding tear,
For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!
Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
No ill,—since God is good, and loss is gain.

Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;
In that sweet secret of the narrow way,
Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
“Lo, I am with you alway,”—watch and pray.

No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
When heaven’s aftersmile earth’s tear-drops gain,
And mother finds her home and heav’nly rest.
(Christian Science Hymnal, No. 212:1–5)

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