Now in the Heat of Youthful Blood

Verse 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.”

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.