Remember, sinful youth, you must die, Remember sinful youth, Who hate the way of truth, And in your pleasures boast, you must die. Uncertain are your days here below, Uncertain are your days, For God hath many ways To bring you to your graves here below. The God that built the sky, great I AM, The God that built the sky, Hath said, and cannot lie, Impenitents shall die, and be damned. And, O my friends, don't you, I entreat, And, O my friends, don't you Your carnal mirth pursue, Your guilty souls undo, I entreat. Unto the Saviour flee, for your life; Unto the Saviour flee, Lest death eternal be – Your final destiny, 'scape for life.