2 Behold, the aged sinner goes, Ascends to God-not there to dwell, 4 Eternal King! I fear thy name; HYMN. C. M. 105 Youth admonished to remember their Creator. 1 CHILDREN, to your Creator, God, 2 Be wise-and make his favour sure, When youth and mirth are known no more, And life and strength decay. 3 The mem'ry of his mighty name Nor dare indulge a meaner flame, 1 WHILE in the tender years of youth, Ere age arrive, and trembling wait 2 Remember thy Creator, God; For him thy pow'rs employ; Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope, 3 He shall defend and guide thy course Till thou art landed on the shore HYMN. S. M. 107 The Young asking for Divine Guidance. 1 FROM earliest dawn of life, Thy goodness we have shared; 2 To learn and do thy will, O Lord our hearts incline; 3 While taught thy word of truth, 4 O, let us never tread The broad, destructive road, But trace those holy paths which lead 1 MY son, know thou the Lord, Seek his protecting care by night, 2 Call, while he may be found, And seek him while he's near; 3 If thou wilt seek his face, His ear will hear thy cry; Then shalt thou find his mercy sure, His grace forever nigh. 4 But if thou leave thy God, Nor choose the path to heav'n; Then shalt thou perish in thy sins, And never be forgiv'n. 1 COME, let us now forget our mirth, And think that we must die; What are our best delights on earth, 2 Our pleasures here will soon be past— But pleasures there for ever last, 3 Here sins and sorrows we deplore, But there the mourners weep no more, 4 Our dearest friends, when death shall call, At once must hence depart; But there we hope to meet them all, 5 Then let us love and serve the Lord, 1 RELIGION is the chief concern 2 Religion should our thoughts engage, 1 YE lovely bands of blooming youth, Warn'd by the voice of heav'nly truth, Now yield to Christ your youthful prime, With all your talents and your time. 2 Think on your end, nor thoughtless say, "I'll put far off the evil day;" Ah! not a moment's in your pow'r, Beware! and count the awful cost, What they have gain'd whose souls are lost. 4 Pride, sinful pleasures, lusts, and snares, Beset your hearts, your eyes, your earsTake the alarm-the danger fly! "Lord! save me," be your earnest cry. 112 HYMN. S. M. Prayer of a Youth. Ps. cxix. 9. 1 WITH humble heart and tongue, My God, to thee I pray; Oh, make me learn, while I am young, 2 Make an unguarded youth The object of thy care; Help me to choose the way of truth, 3 My heart, to folly prone, And make me wholly thine. 4 Oh, let thy word of grace My warmest thoughts employ; Be this, through all my foll'wing days, 5 To what thy laws impart, Be my whole soul inclin'd; Oh, let them dwell within my heart, 6 May thy young servant learn, 1 HOW soft the words my Saviour speaks! How kind the promises he makes! A bruised reed he never breaks, Nor will he quench the smoking flax. 2 The humble poor he won't despise, Nor on the contrite sinner frown; His ear is open to their cries, He quickly sends salvation down. 3 When piety, in early minds, Like tender buds begin to shoot, He guards the plants from threat'ning winds, 5 He sees the struggles that prevail 6 Though press'd with fears on ev'ry side, 1 WHILST thee I seek, protecting Power 2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd, 3 In each event of life, how clear Each blessing to my soul most dear, 4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, |