Tis true, tis true, all heaven knows
There is a feeling, grows and grows
We need You Lord, the night blows bold
Tis sad to think, but youth gets old.
They too must trod this selfsame road
Perhaps bearing a greater load
Remember that each breath we take
Has many varied paths at stake.
Make sure each step is firmly gripped
Without a chance, footings have slipped
Take care secure one true regard
Think safety and keep up your guard !
