1 Another year is quickly gone,
With its revolving days,
And yet how little have I done,
For my creator’s praise!
2 I have a warfare to maintain,
Against the world and sin;
But oh, what little ground I gain,
How slothful have I been.
3 My sands, alas, how fast they run,
How swift my moments fly;
And yet my work is scarce begun,
Now death approaches nigh.
4 My heart is hard and stubborn still,
My wild affections rove;
Grace has but half subdued my will,
But half obtained my love.
5 God’s holy laws I still transgress,
His righteous will oppose;
My follies every day increase,
My debt still larger grows.
6 Impartial Judge, how shall I bear
Thy scrutinizing view?
Oh may I better live this year,
Or never live it through!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16088