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Children, To Your Creator God

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10162 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Children, to your creator, God Lyrics: 1 Children, to your creator, God, Your early honors pay, While vanity and youthful blood Would tempt your thoughts astray. 2 The memory of His mighty name, Demands your first regard; Nor dare indulge a meaner flame, ’Till you have loved the Lord. 3 Be wise, and make His favor sure, Before the mournful days, When youth and mirth are known no more, And life and strength decays. 4 No more the blessings of a feast Shall relish on the tongue. The heavy ear forgets the taste And pleasure of a song. 5 Old age with all her dismal train, Invades your golden years With sighs and groans, and raging pain, And death that never spares. 6 What will you do when light departs, And leaves your withering eyes, Without one beam to cheer your hearts, From the superior skies? 7 How will you meet God’s frowning brow, Or stand before His seat, While nature’s old supporters bow, Nor bear their tottering weight? 8 Can you expect your feeble arms Shall make a strong defense, When death with terrible alarms, Summons the prisoner hence? 9 The silver bands of nature burst; And let the building fall; The flesh goes down to mix with dust, Its vile original. 10 Laden with guilt, (a heavy load) Uncleansed and unforgiv’n, The soul returns t’an angry God, To be shut out from Heav’n. Languages: English Tune Title: ABERDEEN

Children, to your Creator, God

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #HXXXIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Children to your Creator God, your early Honours pay, While Vanity and youthful Blood would tempt your Thoughts astray. 2 The Memory of his mighty Name, demands your first Regard; Nor dare indulge a meaner Flame, 'till you have lov'd the Lord. 3 Be wise, and make his Favour sure, before the mournful Days, When Youth and Mirth are known no more, and Life and Strength decays. 4 No more the Blessings of a Feast shall relish on the Tongue. The heavy Ear forgets the Taste and Pleasure of a Song. 5 Old Age, with all her dismal Train, invades your golden Years With Sighs and Groans, and raging Pain, and Death that never spares. 6 What will you do when Light departs, and leaves your withering Eyes, Without one Beam to chear your Hearts, from the superior Skies? 7 How will you meet God's frowning Brow, or stand before his Seat, While Nature's old Supporters bow, nor bear their tott'ring Weight? 8 Can you expect your feeble Arms shall make a strong Defence, When Death with terrible Alarms, summons the Pris'ner hence? 9 The silver Bands of Nature burst, and let the Building fall; The Flesh goes down to mix with Dust, its vile Original. 10 Laden with Guilt, (a heavy Load) uncleans'd and unforgiv'n, The Soul returns t' an angry God, to be shut out from Heav'n. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 12:1-5 Languages: English

Children, to your Creator, God

Hymnal: Appendix, Containing a Number of Hymns Taken Chiefly from Dr. Watts's Scriptural Collection #XXXIV (1765) Lyrics: 1 Children to your Creator, God, your early Honours pay, While Vanity and youthful Blood would tempt your Thoughts astray. 2 The Memory of his mighty Name, demands your first Regard; Nor dare indulge a meaner Flame, 'till you have lov'd the Lord. 3 Be wise, and make his Favour sure before the mournful Days, When Youth and Mirth are known no more, and Life and Strength decays. 4 No more the Blessings of a Feast shall relish on the Tongue. The heavy Ear forgets the Taste and Pleasure of a Song. 5 Old Age, with all her dismal Train, invades your golden Years With Sighs and Groans, and raging Pain, and Death that never spares. 6 What will you do when Light departs, and leaves your withering Eyes, Without one Beam to chear your Hearts, from the superior Skies? 7 How will you meet God's frowning Brow, or stand before his Seat, While Nature's old Supporters bow, nor bear their tott'ring Weight? 8 Can you expect your feeble Arms shall make a strong Defence, When Death with terrible Alarms, summons the Pris'ner hence? 9 The silver Bands of Nature burst; and let the Building fall; The Flesh goes down to mix with Dust, its vile Original. 10 Laden with Guilt, (a heavy Load) uncleans'd and unforgiv'n, The Soul returns t' an angry God, to be shut out from Heav'n. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 12:1-5 Languages: English

Children, to your Creator, God

Hymnal: Appendix, Containing a Number of Hymns, Taken Chiefly from Dr. Watts's Scripture Collection #XXXIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Children to your Creator God, your early Honours pay, While Vanity and youthful Blood would tempt your Thoughts astray. 2 The Memory of his mighty Name, demands your first Regard; Nor dare indulge a meaner Flame, 'till you have lov'd the Lord. 3 Be wise, and make his Favour sure, before the mournful Days, When Youth and Mirth are known no more, and Life and Strength decays. 4 No more the Blessings of a feast shall relish on the Tongue. The heavy Ear forgets the Taste and Pleasure of a Song. 5 Old Age, with all her dismal Train, invades your golden Years With Sighs and Groans, and raging Pain, and Death that never spares. 6 What will you do when Light departs, and leaves your withering Eyes, Without one Beam to chear your Hearts, from the superior Skies? 7 How will you meet God's frowning Brow, or stand before his Seat, While Nature's old Supporters bow, nor bear their tott'ring Weight? 8 Can you expect your feeble Arms shall make a strong Defence, When Death with terrible Alarms, summons the Pris'ner hence? 9 The silver Bands of Nature burst; and let the Building fall; The Flesh goes down to mix with Dust, its vile Original. 10 Laden with Guilt, (a heavy Load) uncleans'd and unforgiv'n, The Soul returns t' an angry God, to be shut out from Heav'n. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 12:1-5 Languages: English

Remember your Creator, &c. Eccles.

Hymnal: Select Psalms and Hymns for the use of Mr. Adgate's pupils #XVI (1787) First Line: Children, to your Creator, God Lyrics: I Children to your creator God, Your early honors pay, While vanity and youthful blood Would tempt your thoughts astray. II The memory of his mighty name, Demands your first regard; Nor dare indulge a meaner flame, 'Till you have lov'd the Lord. III Be wise, and make his favour sure, Before the mournful days, When youth and mirth are known no more, And life and strength decays. IV No more the blessings of a feast Shall relish on the tongue. The heavy ear forgets the taste And pleasure of a song. V Old age with all her dismal train, Invades your golden years With sighs and groans, and raging pain, And death that never spares. VI What will you do when light departs, And leaves your withering eyes, Without one beam to chear your hearts, From the superior skies? VII How will you meet God's frowning brow, Or stand before his seat, While nature's old supporters bow, Nor bear their tott'ring weight? VIII Can you expect your feeble arms Shall make a strong defence, When death with terrible alarms, Summons the pris'ner hence? IX The silver bands of nature burst; And let the building fall; The flesh goes down to mix with dust, Its vile original. X Laden with guilt, (a heavy load) Uncleans'd and unforgiv'n, The soul returns t' an angry God, To be shut out from heav'n. Languages: English