SIGNPOSTS

How could I know that I had found the roadTo life eternal when there was no signThat I could plainly read? Who can decodeThat which the human heart cannot define?How could I know if I had won salvation—A sure cessation from all sense of strife?None sees the end of mortal consternationBut him whose name is in the Book of Life.

At once my faltering faith is reassured;My eyes are opened, and the scene made plain.I see all manner of diseases cured,And I, myself, released from fear and pain.Healings are signposts marking all the way—Pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.

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