Everyone who looks to the Son and believes in Him shall have eternal life.@John 6:40
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Herbert S. Oakeley (1830-1903)

Louisa J. Hall, 1875.

Abends Herbert S. Oakeley, 1874 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Never, my heart, wilt thou grow old!
My hair is white, my blood runs cold,
And one by one my powers depart,
But youth sits smiling in my heart.

Down hill the path of age! oh, no;
Up, up with patient steps I go;
I watch the skies fast brightening there,
I breathe a sweeter, purer air.

Beside my road small tasks spring up,
Though but to hand the cooling cup,
Speak the true word of hearty cheer,
Tell the lone soul that God is near.

Beat on, my heart, and grow not old!
But when thy pulses all are told,
Let me, though working, loving still,
Kneel as I meet my Father’s will.