The Cyber Hymnal ‎#9454

9454. The Time Draws Nigh, My soul

1 The time draws near, my soul, when thou
Thy last account must give:
When thy whole life shall be surveyed
By Him who bid thee live.

2 How many talents, O my God,
Hast thou bestowed on me?
But yet how little can be found,
That I have done for Thee?

3 My health, my time, my worldly store,
And Thy more precious Word
Thy talents are; for these must I
Account to Thee my Lord.

4 Much of my time, alas! I’ve lost,
And much have I misspent;
How careless of my grand concerns,
On trifles how intent?

5 How little good have I received?
How little have I done?
How oft my feet have trod the paths
I know I ought to shun?

6 Pity my weakness, gracious God,
My sins thro’ Christ forgive;
Teach me henceforth not to myself
But unto Thee to live.

7 O may the slothful servant’s doom
My holy care excite:
Each talent may I well improve,
And in Thy work delight.

8 Then like a faithful steward I
Shall stand before Thy seat;
Let me but hear, "Well done," at last,
My bliss will be complete.

Text Information

• First Line: The time draws near, my soul, when thou
• Title: The Time Draws Nigh, My soul
• Author: John Needham
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Source: Hymns Devotional and Moral on Various Subjects (Bristol, England: S. Farley, 1768)
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: ABERDEEN
• Composer (attributed to): Andrew Tait
• Meter: CM
• Key: G Major
• Source: James Chalmer's untitled collection, 1749; melody from Rudiments of Music by Robert Bremner, 1756
• Copyright: Public Domain