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Eternal Life
My life as yet is but an infant's walk,With tottering steps and words half-uttered slow;
But I shall soon in nobler accents talk,
And grown to manlier stature, firmer go;
I shall go out and in and pasture find
In him who leads me safe forever on;
The spirit's fetters then shall I unbind,
And sin from me forever shall be gone;
Eternal life will be the gift bestowed,
By him who loved us while yet dead in sin;
Such love forever from the Father flowed,
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Oh bless his name, who calls us on to heaven;
And him in whom the promises are given.
Poem No. 342; fall 1838–summer 1839
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