Rapid my days and months run on,
How soon another year is gone!
How swift my golden moments roll,
How much neglected by my soul!
Let me begin with holy fear
This new, this fleeting, flying year;
Too many unimproved have passed,
This year, perhaps, may be my last.
Give me, great God, a heart to pray;
Let all old things be done away;
Give me new strength to conquer sin,
And plant new holiness within.
I ask new wisdom for this year,
New fitness for my trials here;
Of every grace a richer store,
My God to love and honor more.
This year, O sheath war’s direful sword!
Let every nation serve the Lord:
Visit Thy Church, and may she bear
Much glorious fruit this blessèd year.