Another Year Is Quickly Gone

Another year is quick­ly gone

With its re­volv­ing days

And yet how lit­tle have I done

For my cre­at­or’s praise!

I have a war­fare to main­tain

Against the world and sin;

But oh

what lit­tle ground I gain

How sloth­ful have I been.

My sands

al­as

how fast they run

How swift my mo­ments fly;

And yet my work is scarce be­gun

Now death ap­proach­es nigh.

My heart is hard and stub­born still

My wild af­fect­ions rove;

Grace has but half sub­dued my will

But half ob­tained my love.

God’s ho­ly laws I still trans­gress

His right­eous will op­pose;

My fol­lies ev­ery day in­crease

My debt still larg­er grows.

Impartial Judge

how shall I bear

Thy scru­tin­iz­ing view?

Oh may I bet­ter live this year

Or nev­er live it through!