Amidst the cheer­ful bloom of youth,
With ar­dent zeal pur­sue
The ways of pi­ety and truth,
With death and Hea­ven in view.

Fair wis­dom’s paths with sweets are strewed,
And plea­sures all re­fined;
There joys di­vine are shed abroad,
That suit th’im­mor­tal mind.

Youth is the most ac­cept­ed time,
To love and serve the Lord;
A flow­er pre­sent­ed in its prime,
Will much de­light af­ford.

He’ll crown with peace your ris­ing years,
And make your fruit in­crease;
Will guide you through this vale of tears,
And bid your sor­rows cease.

Give Him the morn­ing of your days,
And be for ev­er blessed;
’Tis none but those in wis­dom’s ways
Enjoy sub­stan­tial rest.