1 Why will ye lavish out your years
Amidst a thousand trifling cares,
While, in the various range of thought,
The one thing needful is forgot?
2 Why will ye chase the fleeting wind
And famish an immortal mind,
While angels with regret look down,
To see you spurn a heav'nly crown?
3 Th'eternal God calls from above,
And Jesus pleads His dying love;
Awaken'd conscience gives you pain:
And shall they join their please in vain?
4 Not so your dying eyes shall view
Those objects which ye now pursue;
Not so shall heaven and hell appear
When the decisive hour is near.
5 Almighty God! Thine aid impart,
To fix conviction on the heart:
Thy power can clear the darkest eyes,
And make the haughtiest scorner wise.
Source: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #277
Why will ye lavish out your years. P. Doddridge. [Care of the Soul]. In the D manuscript this hymn is undated, but is placed between two hymns which are dated respectively Oct. 29,1735, and November 16, 1735. It was published in Job Orton's posthumous edition of Doddridge's Hymns, &c, 1755, No. 206, in 5 stanzas of 4 lines, and again in J. D. Humphreys's edition of the same, 1839, No. 229. It is given in most American hymn-books as "Why will ye waste in trifling cares?"
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)