Now in the Heat of Youthful Blood

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 ag­èd 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.