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Hymn #718: When Blooming Youth Is Snatched Away

Hymn #717 Hymn #719

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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718 (C.M.) Anne Steele

When blooming youth is snatched away

By death's resistless hand,

Our hearts the mournful tribute pay

Which pity must demand.

While pity prompts the rising sigh,

Oh, may this truth, impressed

With awful pow'r — "I too must die!" —

Sink deep in ev'ry breast.

Let this vain world engage no more;

Behold the gaping tomb!

It bids us seize the present hour:

Tomorrow death may come.

The voice of this alarming scene

May ev'ry heart obey;

Nor be the heav'nly warning vain,

Which calls to watch and pray.

Oh, let us fly! to Jesus fly,

Whose pow'rful arm can save;

Then shall our hopes ascend on high,

And triumph o'er the grave.

Great God! Thy sov'reign grace impart

With cleansing, healing pow'r;

This only can prepare the heart

For death's surprising hour.

Hymn #717 Hymn #719