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[Written for the Sentinel]
of harvest, when the seed
Is swaying into ripened grain,
Take from its side the stubborn weed,—
The sin, disease, and pain;
And on the happy harvest morn,
When reapers greet the quiet day,
Let glory gild the golden corn
With Love's celestial ray.
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Disease Not Real
JULIA WARNER MICHAEL
"To whom shall we go?"
CARL E. HERRING
HERBERT ARTHUR HUTCHINSON
Our Church Singing
KATE J. BRAINARD
ROBERT E. KEY
You were kind enough to find space in a recent issue for...
An evangelist in your city has been making persisitent...
Ezra W. Palmer
LOUISE ELIZABETH LITZSINGER
"A thousand years"
Annie M. Knott
John B. Willis
William P. McKenzie
with contributions from Charles E. von Heitman, Samuel Russell, Jr., Edmund F. Burton, Warren C. Klein, C. M. Morse
For more than thirty years I have been in the practice of...
Louis S. Keller
Christian Science has done so much for me that I wish to...
I would add my testimony of gratitude for the blessings...
In Hebrews we read much about the word faith, but until I...
Phebe E. Hunter
For many years I was a miserably unhappy man, owing...
EDITH L. PERKINS
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