Advice to youth; or, Old age and death in an unconverted state. Eccl.12:1,7; Isa.45:20.

Now in the heat of youthful blood

Remember your Creator God:

Behold, the months come hast'ning on,

When you shall say, |My joys are gone!|

Behold, the aged sinner goes,

Laden with guilt and heavy woes,

Down to the regions of the dead,

With endless curses on his head.

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.

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.