Restoration

I will restore to you the wasted years;The ravages of time, disease, and wantShall fade from thought. No more the specter gauntOf seeming ills to thee shall conjure fears.God's healing Christ is here to wipe all tearsAway and show that error ne'er can dauntThe hope and faith and love that lift ayontThe thrall of sin him who the message hears.Restore! God's promise vast of healing, freeAnd 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 meRelease 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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