Hymns adapted as a morning prayer for healing the present, the day, the future, and the world

Morning Prayer

Based on hymns

Be Thou, O God, exalted high;

And as Thy glory -

Principle, Love, Truth, and Soul

- fills the sky,

So let it be on earth displayed,

As Thou art here and now conveyed.

In heavenly Love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear;
For safe is such confiding,
As nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid;
But God is round about me,
How can I be dismayed?

Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
Our Shepherd is beside me,
So, nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim;
He knows the way He taketh,
And I will walk with Him.

Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me,
Where darkest clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path in life is free;
My Father has my treasure,
And He does walk with me.

Our God is Love, unchanging Love,
How could I ask for more?
Our prayer for Love's increase is vain;
It's infinite as before.
Ask not the Lord with breath of praise
For more than we accept;
The open fount is free to all,
God's promises are kept.

Our God is Mind, the perfect Mind,
Intelligence divine;
Shall mortal man ask Him to change
His infinite design?
The heart that yearns for righteousness,
With longing unalloyed,
Is pure desire that is a prayer
That ne'er returneth void.

O loving Father, well we know
That words alone are vain,
That those who seek Thy will to do,
The true communion gain.
Then may our deeds, in Love's desire
With grace in intimacy express,
That I may know how Love divine
Forever waits to bless.

O Jesus, our dear Exemplar,
Thy works, now understood,
Reveal their full effulgence
In Love's sweet brotherhood.
Today Christ's precious Science
Thy healing power makes plain:
With joy may all obey thee
And cast out sin and pain.

The Christ, eternal manhood,
As God's own Son beloved,
A tender ever-presence
Within each heart is proved.
O God, our Father-Mother,
Thy name we see expressed
By man, who in Thy Science
Is perfect, holy, blessed.

O Science, God-sent message
To tired humanity,
Thou art Love's revelation
Of Truth that makes man free.
Thy kingdom, God, within us
Shows forth Love's sweet control:
Thus God's idea, man, rejoices,
Celebrating the reign of Soul.

Dear Lord and Father of us all,
Forgive our foolish ways;
Reclothe us in our rightful mind;
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper reverence, praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word
Rise up and follow thee.

Breathe through the pulses of desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire,
O still small voice of calm.

Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from us now the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives express
The beauty of Thy peace.

The King of Love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack, for I am His
And He is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.

Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in Love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing, brought me.

And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever.

Our God is Love, unchanging Love,
How could we ask for more?
Our prayer for Love's increase is vain;
It's infinite now as before.
Ask not the Lord with breath of praise
For more than we accept;
The open fount is free to all,
God's promises are kept.

Our God is Mind, the perfect Mind,
Intelligence divine;
Shall mortal man ask Him to change
His infinite design?
The heart that yearns for righteousness,
With longing unalloyed,
Is pure desire that is a prayer
That ne'er returneth void.

O loving Father, well we know
That words alone are vain,
That those who seek Thy will to do,
The true communion gain.
Then may our deeds, our love's desire
For growth in grace express,
That we may know how Love divine
Forever waits to bless.

The Lord's Prayer and its spiritual interpretation by Mary Baker Eddy (1821-1910)

Poems by Mary Baker Eddy as hymns: Christ My Refuge  -Blessed Christmas Morn - Feed My Sheep -Love -Mother's Evening Prayer -

Celebrating Mary Baker Eddy - a presentation by Rolf A. F. Witzsche

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