In the name of our God who is perfect,
We proclaim that perfection is ours;
That who walks in the light of His presence
Has absolute powers;
That the sin which entangles our footsteps,
The disease that bewilders the sight,
Were not deeds of the days of creation,
But mists of the night.
By the works that we do shall men judge us,
By the lives that we live may they see
That the Science of Christ is within us,
The truth makes us free.
Bring hither the weary, the wilful,
The wasted, the halt, and the blind!
We declare, as our Leader has taught us,
The infinite Mind,
Till the shadows of sin and of sickness
And death's unrealities fade,
Till the peace of the Master pervades them,
And whole are they made.
*From "The Casket Songs and Other Poems"
