From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition
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One thought I have, my ample creed,
So deep it is and broad,
And equal to my every need,–
It is the thought of God.
Each morn unfolds His blessings new,
I take in trust my road;
And rising freshly to my view,
Shines forth the thought of God.
To this their secret strength they owed,
The martyr’s path who trod;
The fountains of their patience flowed
From out their thought of God.
Be still the light upon my way,
My pilgrim staff and rod,
My rest by night, my strength by day,
O blessed thought of God.