1 Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm,
In smiling crowds draw near;
And turn from every mortal charm,
A Saviour's voice to hear.
2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you,
And lays His radiant glories by,
Your friendship to pursue.
3 "The souls that longs to see my face,
Is sure my love to gain;
And those that early seek my grace,
Shall never seek in vain."
4 What object, Lord, my soul should move,
If once compared with Thee?
What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see?
5 Away, ye false, delusive toys,
Vain tempters of the mind!
'Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
And here true bliss I find.
|First Line:||Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm|
|Topic:||Ordaining Instrumentalities: Training of Youth|