02.20. Children Called To Christ

CHILDREN CALLED TO CHRIST Like mist on the mountain, Like ships on the sea, So swiftly the years Of our pilgrimage flee; In the grave of our fathers How soon we shall lie!

Dear children, to-day To a Saviour fly.

How sweet are the flowerets In April and May! But often the frost makes Them wither away.

Like flowers you may fade: Are you ready to die?

While ‘yet there is room,’ To a Saviour fly. When Samuel was young, He first knew the Lord;

He slept in His smile, And rejoiced in His word: So most of God’s children Are early brought nigh:

Oh! seek Him in youth— To a Saviour fly. Do you ask me for pleasure?

Then lean on His breast; For there the sin-laden And weary find rest. In the valley of death You will triumphing cry—

‘If this be called dying, ‘Tis pleasant to die!’

January 1, 1831.