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11.8.

1
Dear children, how soon in the grave you will lie,
I ask, Have you hope in your end?
O have you through grace a bright home in the sky
Through knowledge of Christ as a Friend?

2
If carelessly still you are passing along,
Your days in your sins you can spend,
O terrible thought, to that world you belong,
That know not the Lord as a Friend.

3
But O, if you feel that your sins are your woe,
And long for a peace without end,
You’re welcome to Jesus the Saviour to go,
And seek to know Him as a Friend.

4
O dread in your youth the sad snares that abound,
And oft at the throne may you bend,
And seek that the Lord as a guard may surround
Your steps unto Christ as a Friend.