Oh, choose in youth the better part,
When all is bright before thee!
Nor think thy pleasures will decrease:
’Tis Faith that here brings joy and peace,
And leads to heaven’s glory.
Trust in the Lord with all thy heart
When sorrows gather o’er thee;
When lone and desolate thou art,
And all is dark before thee.
’Tis Faith that can the mourner cheer;