Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Ah! how my days, and months, and years Lyrics: 1 Ah! how my days, and months, and years
Encumber'd still with worldly cares,
Or charm'd by folly's syren song,
Roll fast and unimproved along.
2 Yet still the high and holy Lord
Suspends his sin-avenging sword;
And Sinai's lightnings, from above,
Flash guiltless on the shield of love.
3 "At east in Zion," and secure,
How could my startled soul endure
To hear that dread prophetic cry--
"Know, thou this year shalt surely die?"
4 Oh! give me back the seasons past,
The hours, the moments run to waste,
That I, my God, their worth may see,
And dedicate them all to thee. Used With Tune: NEW YEAR
New year