HYMN XIII. Advice to Youth, Eccl. xii, 1, 7

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!

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—now frail I am— And when my soul must hence remove, Give me a mansion in thy love.