“When Blooming Youth is Snatched Away . . .”
By
Anne Steele
Adopted and Edited From
By
Roger D Duke of The Inverted Christian
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'd 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 heavenly warning vain, Which calls to watch and pray.
5 Oh, 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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