Courtesy Dust to Digital:

In the bright season of thy youth, / In nature’s smiling bloom,
Ere age arrives, and trembling waits / It summons to the tomb.

Remember thy Creator, God; / For Him thy pow’rs employ;
Make Him thy fear, thy love, thy hope, / Thy portion and thy joy.

The Lord will safely guide thy course / O’er life’s uncertain seas.
And bring thee to the peaceful shore, / The heav’n prepared for thee.