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the danger and yet have given no
warning.
At all times, and under all circumstances, overcome evil with Good.
Know thyself, and God will supply the wisdom and the occasion for a
victory over evil. Clad in the panoply of Love, human hatred cannot
reach you. The cement of a higher humanity will unite all interests in
the one Divinity.

HYMNS.
BY REV. MARY BAKER EDDY.
(Set to the Church chimes and sung on this occasion.)
LAYING THE CORNER STONE.
Laus Deo, it is done. Rolled away from loving heart Is a stone,-- Joyous,
risen, we depart Having one.
Laus Deo,--on this rock (Heaven chiseled squarely good) Stands His
Church-- God is Love and understood By His flock.
Laus Deo, night starlit Slumbers not in God's embrace; Then oh, man!
Like this stone be in thy place; Stand, not sit.
Cold, silent, stately stone, Dirge and song and shoutings low, In thy
heart Dwell serene,--and sorrow? No, It has none, Laus Deo!
FEED MY SHEEP.
Shepherd, show me how to go O'er the hillside steep, How to gather,
how to sow, How to feed Thy sheep; I will listen for Thy voice, Lest
my footsteps stray, I will follow and rejoice All the rugged way.
Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, Wound the callous breast, Make self

righteousness be still, Break earth's stupid rest; Strangers on a barren
shore Lab'ring long and lone-- We would enter by the door, And Thou
know'st Thine own.
So when day grows dark and cold, Tear or triumph harms, Lead Thy
lambkins to the fold, Take them in Thine arms; Feed the hungry, heal
the heart, Till the morning's beam; White as wool, ere they depart--
Shepherd, wash them clean.
CHRIST MY REFUGE.
O'er waiting harpstrings of the mind There sweeps a strain, Low, sad,
and sweet, whose measures bind The power of pain
And wake a white-winged angel throng Of thoughts, illumed By faith,
and breathed in raptured song, With love perfumed.
Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show Life's burdens light. We kiss
the cross, and wait to know A world more bright.
And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea We see Christ walk, And come to
us, and tenderly, Divinely talk.
Thus Truth engrounds me on the Rock Upon Life's shore; 'Gainst
which the winds and waves can shock, Oh, nevermore!
From tired joy and grief afar, And nearer Thee,-- Father, where Thine
own children are, I love to be.
My prayer, some daily good to do To Thine, for Thee,-- Some offering
pure of Love, whereto God leadeth me.

NOTE.--The land whereon stands The First Church of Christ, Scientist,
in Boston, was first purchased by the church and society. Owing to a
heavy loss they were unable to pay the mortgage, therefore I paid it and
through trustees gave back the land to the church.
In 1892 I had to recover the land from the trustees, reorganize the

church, and reobtain its charter--not, however, through the state
commissioner, who refused to grant it, but by means of a statute of the
state, and through Directors regive the land to the church. In 1895 I
reconstructed my original system of ministry and church government.
Thus committed to the providence of God, the prosperity of this church
is unsurpassed.
From first to last the Mother church seemed type and shadow of the
warfare between the flesh and Spirit, even that shadow, whose
substance is the divine Spirit, imperatively propelling the greatest
moral, physical, civil, and religious reform ever known on earth. In the
words of the Prophet: "The shadow of a great Rock in a weary land."
This church was dedicated on January 6, anciently one of the many
dates selected and observed in the East as the day of the birth and
baptism of our Master Metaphysician, Jesus of Nazareth.
Christian Scientists, their children, and grandchildren to the latest
generations, inevitably love one another with that love wherewith
Christ loveth us. A love unselfish, unambitious, impartial,
universal,--that loves only because it is Love. Moreover, they love their
enemies, even those that hate them. This we all must do to be Christian
Scientists in spirit and in truth. I long, and live, to see this love
demonstrated. I am seeking and praying for it to inhabit my own heart
and to be made manifest in my life. Who will unite with me in this pure
purpose, and faithfully struggle till it be accomplished? Let this be our
Christian endeavor society which Christ organizes and blesses.
While we entertain due respect and fellowship for what is good and
doing good in all denominations of religion, and shun whatever would
isolate us from a true sense of goodness in others--we cannot serve
mammon.
Christian Scientists are really united to only that which is Christlike,
but they