Text: | For new-year's Day |
1 While with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted thro' the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here:
Fix'd in an eternal state,
They have done with all below;
We a little longer wait,
But how little, none can know.
2 As the winged arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find,
As the ligh'tning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind;
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life’s rapid stream;
Upward, LORD, our spirits raise;
All below is but a dream.
3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live
With eternity in view.
Bless thy word to young and old,
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
And when life’s short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | While with ceaseless course the sun |
Title: | For new-year's Day |
Meter: | Sevens |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | New Year's Day |
Notes: | Public Domain. |