How pleasant are the days of youth, the springtime of our life,

The time when we are strong and do not weary of the strife.

When we are young and handsome and have no pain or sorrow,

Enjoying the pleasures of today, having no worries for the morrow.

To the young man and the maiden comes a message also today—

Remember thy Creator as you travel on life’s way.

In the days of our youth we have choices to make.

Let us choose very carefully and make no mistake,

The friends that you choose, do they love the truth?

Or do you spend your precious time with the ungodly youth?

Remember then, young people, this message comes to you,

Love the Lord, thy Maker, and try His will to do.

Ask thy God for wisdom in choosing your life’s task.

For the all-wise God gives abundantly when His children ask,

Look to God with a prayerful heart in choosing a mate for life.

For we cannot serve our Maker with an ungodly man or wife.

O, let us always remember to serve God in our youth.

For only then will we be able to join in the battle for truth.

The time of youth is pleasant, but very soon it will pass.

Man is like a tender flower and his days are like the grass,

We soon lose strength as we work hard each day.

Our eyes become dim and our hair turns gray,

But we have the full assurance that God will protect His own.

In His love will safely keep us till He leads us gently home.

They that serve their Master when old, we read in Psalm 92,

Shall still bring forth abundant fruit and try God’s will to do.

They shall be fat and flourishing and grow like a cedar tree,

And are longing for the day when from sin they will be free,

What matters then if the hair turns gray of if the eyes grow dim?

Jehovah is my Rock and there is no unrighteousness in Him.

It is not so hard to be thankful when all things are going just right,

When you are earning big money and the future looks rosy and bright,

When you have a nice car to ride in and lots of good things to eat,

When your friends all greet you with a smile whenever you happen to meet.

When you are surrounded by sunshine, then it’s very easy to say,

Lord, we thank Thee for the blessings Thou hast given us today.

But can we also be thankful when poverty comes our way?

When we are too tired to go to sleep at the end of a busy day,

Can we be thankful when crops fail and the harvest no increase yields.

When our soldier boys must suffer and die on foreign battlefields,

Do you think if your boy were dying, you would be able to say,

Lord, we thank Thee for the blessings Thou hast given us today.

Sometimes the way seems dreary, and our burdens too heavy to bear

Sometimes our friends frown upon us and no one seems to care,

Sometimes our dear ones get cancer and must suffer from day to day

And we can do nothing to help them as they slowly waste away,

But still we can be thankful and at even we must say.

Lord, we thank Thee for the blessings Thou hast given us today.

The Lord always blesses His people and gives all that’s best for them.

But so often we do not see clearly, our eyes have been darkened by sin.

We want houses, and clothing, and riches, and no one likes to be poor,

And though we have riches in abundance, we are always wishing for more.

But when we have all the things that are pleasant, then we often forget to say

Lord, we thank Thee for the blessings Thou hast given us today.

It is a blessing to stand at a sickbed, and watch the angel of death draw near

To see how richly God blesses His own, so that they know no fear,

For they know their sins are forgiven, they were washed in Jesus’ blood,

Christ’s blood that was shed on the accursed tree that once on Calvary stood

Then, when we stand at the grave of loved ones, with thankful heart we can say

Lord, we thank Thee for the blessings Thou hast given us today.

I love to stand in my cottage doorway and watch the day fade away into night

I love to see the snow-capped mountains as the sun sheds its last rays of light.

No artist could paint such a picture, no poet could tell of its worth,

For it is God who paints this picture, the Maker of heaven and earth,

The God who loves His people and His love is ever the same.

The King who rules the universe; —Praise be to His glorious name.