1 When youth devote their early days,
To vain delights and sinful ways,
Their prospects darken as they rise,
And fill them with a dread surprise.

2 Diseases are the fruit of sin,
The malady lies deep within;
An evil course the mind impairs,
And leaves them full of guilt and fears.

3 Sin strengthens with increasing days,
And grows when nature’s self decays;
Indulged, it makes their fetters strong,
And leads the captive slaves along.

4 Beware, ye thoughtless, now beware,
No more presume to persevere;
Today with supplications come,
Tomorrow death may call you home.

5 With earnestness for mercy cry
And God will listen to your sigh;
Now plead for pardon through His Son,
And He’ll forgive what you have done.