Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Lo he cometh countless trumpets
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 8s 7s and 4s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 85
Page Number: 113, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsAttend, young friends, while I relate
The dangers you are in,
The evils that around you wait
While subject unto sin.
Although you flourish like the rose
While in its branches green;
Your sparkling eyes in death will close,
No more now to be seen.
In vain you'll mourn your days are past,
Alas! Those days are gone,
And you will leave your friends at last
And never to return.
In silent shades you will lie down
Long in your gravest to dwell;
Your friends will then stand weeping round,
And bid a long farewell.
Oh! come this moment and begin,
While life's sweet moments last,
Turn to the Lord, forsake your sins,
And he'll forgive what's past.