Ye Hearts with Youthful Vigor Warm

Ye hearts with youth­ful vi­gor warm

In smil­ing crowds draw near

And turn from ev­ery mor­tal charm

A Sav­ior’s voice to hear.

He

Lord of all the worlds on high

Stoops to con­verse with you;

And lays His ra­di­ant glo­ries by

Your friend­ship to pur­sue.

The soul that longs to see My face

Is sure My love to gain;

And those that ear­ly seek My grace

Shall nev­er seek in vain.

What ob­ject

Lord

my soul should move

If once com­pared with Thee?

What beau­ty should com­mand my love

Like what in Christ I see?

Away

ye false de­lus­ive toys

Vain temp­ters of the mind!

’Tis here I fix my last­ing choice

And here true bliss I find.