I will restore to you the wasted years;
The ravages of time, disease, and want
Shall fade from thought. No more the specter gaunt
Of seeming ills to thee shall conjure fears.
God's healing Christ is here to wipe all tears
Away and show that error ne'er can daunt
The hope and faith and love that lift ayont
The thrall of sin him who the message hears.
Restore! God's promise vast of healing, free
And full, is ours today through Science pure,
Which shows God's truth, undimmed by time or space.
Restore! A word which brings to you and me
Release from ill, yea, more—thoughts which endure,
And e'er repeat the splendor of His grace.

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Charity in Thought and Deed
August 18, 1934

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