6. 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!"

Jan. 1, 1831