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From the June 1936 issue of The Christian Science Journal

Dear Father, I would gain the Christlike touch,
The vision infinite that heals and frees.
Our Master said the world had need of such
To cast out error, discord, fear, disease.

With consecrated thought and pure desire
Help me to find the path Thou hast for me,
E'en though it leads me oft through cleansing fire
And through the mist I now but dimly see.

If I may give a word, a smile, a prayer,
To lift the load from heavy-laden hearts,
So that they may with faith look up to share
The glory of Thy love which truth imparts,

Then shall I know I have not lived in vain—
In helping other pilgrims through the night
Of mortal dreams of care and sin and pain,
The yoke is easy and the burden light.

Thus do we find that rest in Truth—that peace
Which ever with the faithful heart abides.
The comfort of Thy love shall never cease
To bless the one who all to Thee confides.

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