1 Sinners, for transgression, see
Sharp disease their youth consume,
And their beauty, like a tree,
Withering on an early tomb.
2 Food is loathsome to their taste,
And the eye revolts from light;
All their joys to ruin haste,
As the sunset into night.
3 Then unto the Lord they cry;
He inclines a gracious ear,
Sends deliverance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear.
4 He with health renews their frame,
Lengthens out their numbered days,
Let them glorify His name
With the sacrifice of praise.
5 O that men would praise the Lord,
For His goodness to their race,
For the wonders of His Word,
And the riches of His grace!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13008