I.XCI. Advice to youth: or, old age and death in an unconverted state

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."

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

3 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.

4 Eternal King! I fear thy name,
Teach me to know how frail I am;
And when my soul must hence remove,
Give me a mansion in thy love.

Text Information
First Line: Now in the heat of youthful blood
Title: Advice to youth: or, old age and death in an unconverted state
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
Scripture: ; ;
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