1 Remember thy great Creator in the days of thy youth,
While the evil days come not,
While the evil days come not,
Nor the years draw nigh,
Nor the years draw nigh,
When thou shalt say,
When thou shalt say,
I have no pleasure,
I have no pleasure,
I have no pleasure in them.

Refrain:
Then it will be too late!
Then it will be too late!
Sad, sad will be thy fate!

2 He pleads with thee, precious one, “O come and reason now with me.”
Will he strive with thee no more?
Will he strive with thee no more?
He may leave thy soul
When the billows roll,
To perish there,
In sin’s despair,
Down in that dark night,
Lost,—what a sad night!
This is the choice thou hast made. [Refrain]