By Mary Baker Glover
Saw ye my Savior, heard ye the glad sound; Felt ye the power of His Word? 'Twas that Truth which made us free, When it came to you and me -- And the Life and the Love that are God.
1 Mourner it calls thee, come to thy Savior, Love will thy tears wipe away -- It will lift the shades of gloom, And for thee make blessed room, When thy darkness is turned into day.
2 Come to the fountain, all ye who thirsteth, Drink, it will cleanse the "within"; For the Spirit will make pure, Will exalt thee, and will cure Every sorrow, and sickness, and sin.
3 Seek ye the Spirit, 'tis God's baptismal, Even the bread and the wine, O, then let it be our creeds, And its healing make our deeds And our Life like the Master's divine As Written: devine.
4 Written Nov. 15 -- 1876 For D H. S Hymn of Science