Reflections on Youthful Days

When I survey the Days of Youth,
How trifling do they seem!
When Young and Gay how apt are all
Of Happiness to Dream!

But when we come t' advance in Life,
Afflictions us awake;
Convinc'd that Bliss we ne'er shall find
'Till we a Refuge take.

'Till on the Rock of Ages here,
True Happiness we find;
Does any, then, prefer the Sands?
What error in the Mind!

Know that your House will tumble down,
When rough Storms beat and blow:
This is a Truth in Scripture found,
Our Saviour told us so.