1 Youthful days are passing o'er us,
Childhood's years will soon be gone;
Cares and sorrows lie before us,
Hidden dangers, snares unknown.
2 Oh! may He, who meek and lowly
Visited this world below,
Make us His, and make us holy,
Guard and guide us, where we go.
3 Hark! It is the Saviour calling,
"Come, ye children, come to Me."
Jesus, keep our feet from falling,
Teach us all to follow Thee.
4 Soon we part; it may be, never,
Never here to meet again;
May we meet in heaven for ever,
And the crown eternal gain.