HYMNS FOR WEDNESDAY MAR. 23, 2023

HYMN 524

REFRAIN
Like a river that runs to the ocean,
Like a ray reaching out from the sun,
Like a branch and the tree, a drop and the sea,
I and my Father are one.

And may each of us claim it as truly
As Jesus, who came as God's son,
And may each of us know in the depths of our soul,
I and my Father are one.

One in beauty, one in truth,
One in the asking, one in the proof,
One in time and one in space,
One in the goodness that flows from God's grace.

REFRAIN
Though our fears may estrange and divide us,
May we seek to dissolve them through love.
We are sister and brother, each bound to the other,
One with our Father above.

One in purpose, one in power,
One in the Spirit, blessing each hour,
One in kindness, one in peace,
One in the Mind that makes all trouble cease.

REFRAIN
(Christian Science Hymnal, No. 524:1–5)

HYMN 492

He's got the whole world in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.

He's got the wind and the rain in His hands,
He's got the wind and the rain in His hands,
He's got the wind and the rain in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.

He's got the beasts of the field in His hands,
He's got the beasts of the field in His hands,
He's got the beasts of the field in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.

He's got you and me, brother, in His hands,
He's got you and me, sister, in His hands,
He's got everybody here in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.
(Christian Science Hymnal, No. 492:1–4)

HYMN 208
The words of this hymn
were written by Mary Baker Eddy,
in 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. 208:1–5)