The student of Christian Science knows that wherever his duty or his orders take him he can never be absent from goodness and blessedness.
O earth, lay off your dustiness.
Boys and girls who attend the Christian Science Sunday School are learning that it is a privilege to follow Jesus in the way he taught.
Seek first God's kingdom: fill your thoughtWith all the good that Love has wrought,And He from out His spiritual storeWill on your head a blessing pour.
Barnacles have in the past fastened themselves in great numbers to the hulls of ocean-going ships and, if they have not from time to time been removed, they have considerably retarded the ships' movements.
What is called mortal mind is itself a state of unsatisfied pseudo consciousness, a belief of life and intelligence separated from divine Life, the alone source of all life and intelligence.
The First Church of Christ, Scientist.
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The Sentinel of May 29, 1943, carried an invitation to members of The Mother Church, and particularly librarians, to contribute, from time to time, helpful, healing experiences in our Reading Rooms.
I am very grateful to testify that Christian Science does heal.
"Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!".
In the hope that someone needing encouragement may be helped onward toward his rightful freedom, the following testimony is given.
My gratitude for Christian Science is boundless.
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I am grateful for having had Christian parents.
Previous to the time when we turned to Christian Science for the truth, I recall the many remedies tried, one by one, over a period of many years, to heal the eczema.
Far in the whispering woodland deeply laidAfter the winter bleakness melts in springAnd bitter nights surrender to the day—Faint on the south wind now I hear a noteOf tiny waterfall, born of the snowThat winter heaped within the glen; and now,Released from binding travail by the sun,Leaps down the rocks in shining crystal spray;To eye, a rivulet so frail that rootOr rock might turn it from its certain way;Yet, gathering breadth of grace and depth of might,Resistless, gladsome, singing, it glides on.
The publication of a new solo setting for one of Mrs.