| Text: | Advice to Youth |
1 Now, in the heat of youthful blood,
Remember your Creator God:
Behold, the months come hastening on,
When you shall say — my joys are gone!
2 Behold the aged sinner goes,
Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
Down to the regions of the dead,
With bitterest curses on his head.
3 The dust returns to dust again;
The soul, in agonies of pain,
Ascends to God; not there to dwell,
But hears her doom, and sinks to hell.
4 Eternal king! I fear thy name;
Teach me to know — how frail I am —
And when my soul must hence remove,
Give me a mansion in thy love.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Now in the heat of youthful blood |
| Title: | Advice to Youth |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1790 |
| Scripture: | ; |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |