Why Will Ye Waste on Trifling Cares?

Why will ye waste on trif­ling cares

That life which God’s com­pass­ion spares;

While

in the va­ri­ous range of thought

The one thing need­ful is for­got?

Why will ye chase the fleet­ing wind

And fam­ish your im­mor­tal mind

While an­gels with re­gret look down

To see you spurn a heav­en­ly crown?

Shall God in­vite you from ab­ove?

Shall Je­sus urge His dy­ing love?

Shall trou­bled con­science give you pain?

And all these pleas be urged in vain?

Not so your eyes will al­ways view

Those ob­jects which you now pur­sue;

Not so will Heav­en and hell ap­pear

When death’s de­ci­sive hour is near.

Almighty God

Thy grace im­part;

Fix deep con­vict­ion on each heart

Nor let us waste

on trif­ling cares

That life which Thy com­pass­ion spares.