2 Behold, the aged sinner goes,
Oppress'd 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 agony 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.

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
Demands your first regard;

Nor dare indulge a meaner flame,
Till you have lov'd the Lord.

I WHILE in the tender years of youth,
In nature's smiling bloom,

Ere age arrive, and trembling wait
Its summons to the tomb;-

2 Remember thy Creator, God;

For him thy pow'rs employ;
Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope,
Thy portion, and thy joy.

3 He shall defend and guide thy course
Through life's uncertain sea,

Till thou art landed on the shore
Of blest eternity,

And o'er the paths of future life
Command thy light to shine.
3 While taught thy word of truth,
May we that word receive;
And when we hear of Jesus' name,
In that blest name believe!

4 O, let us never tread

The broad, destructive road,

But trace those holy paths which lead
To glory, and to God.

1 My son, know thou the Lord,
Thy father's God obey:

Seek his protecting care by night,
His guardian hand by day.

2 Call, while he may be found,

And seek him while he's near;
Serve him with all thy heart and mind,
And worship him with fear.

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;

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,
And never, never part.

5 Then let us love and serve the Lord,
With all our youthful pow'rs;

And we shall gain this great reward,
This glory shall be ours.

1 RELIGION is the chief concern
Of mortals here below;

May I its great importance learn,
Its sov'reign virtue know!

2 Religion should our thoughts engage,
Amidst our youthful bloom;
"Twill fit us for declining age,
And for the awful tomb.

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,
And death stands ready at the door.

3 Eternity!-how near it rolls!
Count the vast value of your souls!

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,
And fly from ev'ry snare.

3 My heart, to folly prone,
Renew by pow'r divine;
Unite it to thyself alone,

And make me wholly thine. 4 Oh, let thy word of grace

My warmest thoughts employ;
Be this, through all my foll'wing days,
My treasure and my joy.

5 To what thy laws impart,

Be my whole soul inclin'd;
Oh, let them dwell within my heart,
And sanctify my mind.

6 May thy young servant learn,
By these to cleanse his way;
And may I here the path discern
That leads to endless day.

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,
Be my vain wishes still'd;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.

2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd;
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.

4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,
In ev'ry pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in pray❜r.