In the days of early childhood,
While my heart yet knew no care,
Jesus came and softly whispered,
Shun the tempter’s fatal snare.
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.
On in sin I blindly wandered,
By the tempter’s voice beguiled,
Never pausing to consider
That my soul was sin defiled.
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.