Text: | When blooming youth is snatch'd away |
Author: | Steel |
1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away,
By death's resistless hand
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impress,
With awful power, I too must die,
Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world engage no more;
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour,
To morrow death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene,
May every heart obey;
Nor be the heav'nly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.
5 O let us fly, to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.
6 Great GOD thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart,
For death's surprising hour.
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First Line: | When blooming youth is snatch'd away |
Author: | Steel |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | Funeral Occasions |
Notes: | Public Domain. |