Hymn 1:91 [Now In The Heat Of Youthful Blood]

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Title:     Hymn 1:91 [Now In The Heat Of Youthful Blood]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Advice to youth; or, Old age and death in an
unconverted state, Eccles. 12. 1 7. Isa. 65. 20.

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."

Behold, the aged sinner goes,
Laden with guilt and heavy woes
Down to the regions of the dead,
With endless curses on his head.

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.

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.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 1:91 [Now In The Heat Of Youthful Blood]

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