1 We are but young—yet we may sing
The praises of our heav’nly king;
He made the earth, the sea, the sky,
And all the starry worlds on high.

2 We are but young—yet we have heard
The Gospel news, the heav’nly word:
If we despise the only way,
Dreadful will be the judgment day.

3 We are but young—yet we must die,
Perhaps our latter end is nigh;
Lord, may we early seek Thy grace,
And find in Christ a hiding place.

4 We are but young—we need a guide;
Jesus, in Thee we would confide;
O lead us in the path of truth,
Protect and bless our helpless youth.

5 We are but young—yet God has shed
Unnumbered blessings on our head;
Then, let our youth and riper days
Be all devoted to His praise.