Author: Anne Steele Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 287 hymnals Lyrics: 1 When blooming youth is snatched away,
By death’s resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impressed
With awful power—I too must die—
Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world engage no more;
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour,
Tomorrow, death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene,
May every heart obey,
Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.
5 O let us fly, to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o’er the grave.
6 Great God, Thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart,
For death’s surprising hour. Used With Tune: EVAN Text Sources: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, 1760
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