From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition
O Love divine, that dwells serene,
Whose light of life has no eclipse,
We feel Thy comfort, though unseen,
And lay our hand upon our lips.
No words our hidden joy can tell,
A welling fount, it fills the heart;
Not in the flesh, in Thee we dwell,
In Thee our life, for Life Thou art.
With love we meet the low despite
Of such as hate our Master’s way.
With patience he maintained the right;
So may we triumph day by day.