2 Behold, the aged sinner goes, 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: 105 HYMN. C. M. Youth admonished to remember their Creator. 1 CHILDREN, to your Creator, God, Your early honours pay; While vanity and youthful blood Would tempt your thoughts astray. 2 Be wise-and make his favour sure, Before the mournful day, 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, I WHILE in the tender years of youth, Ere age arrive, and trembling wait 2 Remember thy Creator, God; For him thy pow'rs employ; 3 He shall defend and guide thy course Till thou art landed on the shore And o'er the paths of future life 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; 4 But if thou leave thy God, Nor choose the path to heav'n; 1 COME, let us now forget our mirth, And think that we must die; And there the weary rest. 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, And we shall gain this great reward, 1 RELIGION is the chief concern May I its great importance learn, 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, Ah! not a moment's in your pow'r, 3 Eternity!-how near it rolls! 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, How I may cleanse my way. 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; 5 To what thy laws impart, Be my whole soul inclin'd; 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 promise is for ever sure. 5 He sees the struggles that prevail Between the pow'rs of grace and sin, He kindly listens while they tell The bitter pangs they feel within. 6 Though press'd with fears on ev'ry side, They know not how the strife may end; Yet he will soon the cause decide, And judgment unto vict❜ry send. 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, |