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 shews,
And yields the sweetest Fruit.

3 Ye careless Ones, O hear betimes
The Voice of Sov'reign Love?
Your Youth is stain'd 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 Pray'r is made,
Oh! join the public Pray'r!
For you the secret Tear is shed,
O shed your selves a Tear!

6 We pray that you may early prove
The Spirit's Pow'r to teach:
You cannot be too young to love
That Jesus whom we preach.