1 Now in the heat of youthful blood Remember your Creator God, Behold the months come hastening on When you shall say, "My joys are gone."
2 Behold, the aged sinner goes, Laden 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 agonies 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.