Classic Poem

Attend, young friends, while I relate
The danger you are in,
The devils that around you wait
While subject unto sin.

Although you flourish like the rose
While in its branches green,
Your sparkling eyes in death must close,
No more will they be seen.

In silent shades you must lie down,
Long in your grave to dwell,
Your friends will then stand weeping 'round
And bid a long farewell.

How small this world will then appear
At that tremendous hour,
When you Jehovah's voice shall hear
And feel his mighty Power.

In vain you'll mourn your days are past:
Alas, those days are gone.
Your golden hours are spent at last
And never will return.

O! Come this moment and begin,
While life's sweet moments last:
Turn to the Lord, forsake all sin,
And he'll forgive the past.