Youthful Days Are Passing Oer Us
Youthful days are passing o’er us,
Childhood’s years will soon be gone;
Cares and sorrows lie before us,
Hidden dangers, snares unknown.
Oh! may He, who meek and lowly
Visited this world below,
Make us His, and make us holy,
Guard and guide us, where we go.
Hark! It is the Saviour calling,
“Come, ye children, come to Me.”
Jesus, keep our feet from falling,
Teach us all to follow Thee.
Soon we part; it may be, never,
Never here to meet again;
May we meet in heaven for ever,
And the crown eternal gain.