1 Remark, my soul! the narrow bounds
Of the revolving year.
How swift the weeks complete their rounds!
How short the months appear!
2 So fast eternity comes on,
And that important,
When all that mortal life has done
God's judgment shall survey.
3 Yet like an idle tale we pass
The swift advancing year;
And study artful ways t' increase
The speed of its career.
4 Waken, O God! my trifling heart,
Its great concern to see;
That I may act the Christian part,
And give the year to thee.
5 Thus shall their course more grateful run,
If future years arise;
And bear me, swift as time can move,
To joy that never dies.
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First Line: | Remark my soul! the narrow bounds |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Particular Occasions and Circumstances: New-Year |
Notes: | Public Domain. |