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 pleas in vain?
4 Not so your dying eyes shall view
Those objects, which ye now pursue.
Not so shall heav'n and hell appear
When the decisive hour is near.
5 Almighty God! thine aid impart,
To fix conviction on the heart:
Thy pow'r 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: | 1814 |
Topic: | The Danger and Misery of Sin |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |