1 Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth
The gift of saving grace;
And let the seed of sacred truth
Fall in a fruitful place.
2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows,
Of pure and Heav'nly root;
But fairest in the youngest shows,
And yields the sweetest fruit.
3 Ye careless ones, O hear betimes
The voice of sovereign love?
Your youth is stained with many crimes,
But mercy reigns above.
4 True, you are young, but there's a stone
Within the youngest breast;
Or half the crimes which you have done
Would rob you of your rest.
5 For you the public prayer is made,
Oh! join the public prayer!
For you the secret tear is shed,
O shed your selves a tear!
6 We pray that you may early prove
The Spirit's power to teach:
You cannot be too young to love
That Jesus whom we preach.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11917||Bestow, Dear Lord, Upon Our Youth||Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth||I SEE THEE STANDING||William Cowper||<cite>Olney Hymns</cite> (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 2|