All flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away.@1 Peter 1:24
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John Newton (1725-1807)

John Newton, Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779), Book 2, number 3. Uncertainty of life.

Guide Marcus M. Wells, 1858 (🔊 pdf nwc).

See! another year is gone!
Quickly have the seasons passed!
This we enter now upon
May to many prove our last:
Mercy hitherto has spared,
But have mercies been improved?
Let us ask, am I prepared
Should I be this year removed?

Some we now no longer see,
Who their mortal race have run;
Seemed as fair for life as we,
When the former year begun;
Some, but who God only knows,
Who are here assembled now,
Ere the present year shall close,
To the stroke of death must bow.

Life a field of battle is,
Thousands fall within our view;
And the next death bolt that flies,
May be sent to me or you:
While we preach, and while we hear,
Help us, Lord, each one, to think,
Vast eternity is near,
I am standing on the brink.

If from guilt and sin set free,
By the knowledge of Thy grace;
Welcome, then, the call will be
To depart and see Thy face:
To Thy saints, while here below,
With new years, new mercies come;
But the happiest year they know
Is their last, which leads them home.