The summer of my youth is past

Verse 1
The summer of my youth is past,
The winter of old age is here
Yet, O my God, unsav’d at last,
Unchang’d, unholy I appear,
I am not in thine image found,
A meer, meer helpless sinner I
A wretched cumberer of the ground,
Not fit to live, not fit to die.

Verse 2
Mercy as with my latest breath,
Mercy in Jesus I implore,
My Ransomer from Second death
Spirit of life, and love, and power.
Enter this desperate, dying heart,
A Saint out of a sinner bring,
And sav’d I then in peace depart,
And Jesus praise for ever sing.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and yet we are not saved.’—[Jer.] 8:20.” This hymn appears in the 1783 manuscript “MS Scriptural Hymns.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/576, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 10 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 17.
Publishing: Public Domain