Advice to Youth

Verse 1

Now, in the heat of youthful blood, Remember your Creator, God: Behold, the months come hast'ning on, When you shall say, "My joys are gone."

Verse 2

God from on high beholds your thoughts; His book records your secret faults: The works of darkness men have done Must all appear before the sun.

Verse 3

Behold the aged sinner goes, Laden with guilt and heavy woes, Down to the regions of the dead, With bitterest curses on his head.

Verse 4

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.

Verse 5

God of the young! turn off their eyes From earth's alluring vanities; And let the warnings of Thy word Awake their souls to fear the Lord!