My time is at hand.

(crowd murmurs)

I perceive that ye are weak,

that ye cannot understand all my words which I am commanded of the Father to speak unto you at this time.

Go ye unto your homes, and ponder upon the things which I have said,

and ask of the Father, in my name, that ye may understand,

and prepare your minds for the morrow,

and I come unto you again.

(crowd murmurs)

But now I go unto the Father, and also to show myself unto the lost tribes of Israel,

for they are not lost unto the Father, for he knoweth whither he hath taken them.

(crowd murmurs)

My bowels are filled with compassion towards you.

Have ye any that are sick among you?

Bring them hither.

Have ye any that are lame, or blind,

or halt, or maimed, or leprous,

or that are withered, or that are deaf,

or that are afflicted in any manner?

Bring them hither and I will heal them,

for I have compassion upon you; my bowels are filled with mercy.

Can you hear my voice?