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==General information==
==General information==
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This is an hymn by [[Isaac Watts]], his Hymn 91 of Book 1, published 1707, entitled ''Advice to youth; or, Old age and death in an unconverted state''.
 
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==Text and translations==
==Text and translations==


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Now in the heat of youthful blood
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Remember your Creator God:
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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.


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Eternal King! I fear thy name;
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Teach me to know how frail I am;
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And when my soul must hence remove,
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Give me a mansion in thy love.}}
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==External links ==
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Revision as of 19:58, 6 August 2016

General information

This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, his Hymn 91 of Book 1, published 1707, entitled Advice to youth; or, Old age and death in an unconverted state.

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Text and translations

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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.

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