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Anne Steele

When Blooming Youth Is Snatched Away

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1 When blooming youth is snatch’d away
By death’s resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay
Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impress’d
With awful power,–“I too must die:”
Sink deep in every breast.

3 Let this vain world engage no more;
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour,
To-morrow death may come.

4 The voice of this alarming scene,
May every heart obey;
Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.

5 Oh, let us fly–to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o’er the grave.

6 Great God! thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart
For death’s surprising hour.


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      When Blooming Youth Is Snatched Away

      1 When blooming youth is snatch’d away
      By death’s resistless hand,
      Our hearts the mournful tribute pay
      Which pity must demand.

      2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
      O may this truth, impress’d
      With awful power,–“I too must die:”
      Sink deep in every breast.

      3 Let this vain world engage no more;
      Behold the gaping tomb!
      It bids us seize the present hour,
      To-morrow death may come.

      4 The voice of this alarming scene,
      May every heart obey;
      Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
      Which calls to watch and pray.

      5 Oh, let us fly–to Jesus fly,
      Whose powerful arm can save;
      Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
      And triumph o’er the grave.

      6 Great God! thy sovereign grace impart,
      With cleansing, healing power;
      This only can prepare the heart
      For death’s surprising hour.