1 Why will ye lavish out your years
Amidst a thousand trifling cares,
While, in the various range of thought,
The one thing needful is forgot?
2 Why will ye chase the fleeting wind
And famish an immortal mind,
While angels with regret look down,
To see you spurn a heav'nly crown?
3 Th'eternal God calls from above,
And Jesus pleads His dying love;
Awaken'd conscience gives you pain:
And shall they join their please in vain?
4 Not so your dying eyes shall view
Those objects which ye now pursue;
Not so shall heaven and hell appear
When the decisive hour is near.
5 Almighty God! Thine aid impart,
To fix conviction on the heart:
Thy power can clear the darkest eyes,
And make the haughtiest scorner wise.
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First Line: | Why will ye lavish out your years |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Gospel Call; Gospel: the call of; Unbelief |
Notes: | Author from index: Doddridge |