Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm,
In smiling crowds draw near,
And turn from every mortal charm,
A Sav­ior’s voice to hear.

He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you;
And lays His radiant glories by,
Your friendship to pursue.

The soul that longs to see My face,
Is sure My love to gain;
And those that early seek My grace,
Shall ne­ver seek in vain.

What object, Lord, my soul should move,
If once compared with Thee?
What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see?

Away, ye false delusive toys,
Vain tempters of the mind!
’Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
And here true bliss I find.