In the days of early child­hood,
While my heart yet knew no care,
Jesus came and soft­ly whis­pered,
Shun the temp­ter’s fa­tal snare.

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Then I said, O gen­tle Sav­ior,
Ere I am by sin be­set,
I will sure­ly heed Thy warn­ing,
Tho’ I am not rea­dy yet.

He is wait­ing, hop­ing, plan­ning
In his wild sa­tan­ic glee,
To de­stroy thy soul for­ev­er,
But I’ll save thee—come to Me.

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On in sin I blind­ly wan­dered,
By the temp­ter’s voice be­guiled,
Never paus­ing to con­sid­er
That my soul was sin de­filed.

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On the brink of death’s dark ri­ver,
I must wait in deep des­pair,
Heaven’s por­tals closed against me,
None that’s sin­ful en­ter there.

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