He called him, and said unto him, How is it that I hear this of thee? Give an account of thy stewardship.@Luke 16:2

John Need­ham, Hymns De­vo­tion­al and Mor­al on Var­i­ous Sub­jects (Bris­tol, Eng­land: S. Far­ley, 1768), num­ber 230.

Ab­er­deen, pos­si­bly by An­drew Tait, in James Chal­mers’ un­ti­tled col­lect­ion, 1749. Me­lo­dy from Ru­di­ments of Mu­sic, by Ro­bert Brem­ner, 1756 (🔊 pdf nwc).

The time draws near, my soul, when thou
Thy last account must give:
When thy whole life shall be surveyed
By Him who bid thee live.

How many talents, O my God,
Hast Thou bestowed on me?
But yet how little can be found,
That I have done for Thee?

My health, my time, my worldly store,
And Thy more precious Word
Thy talents are; for these must I
Account to Thee, my Lord.

Much of my time, alas! I’ve lost,
And much have I misspent;
How careless of my grand concerns,
On trifles how intent?

How little good have I received?
How little have I done?
How oft my feet have trod the paths
I know I ought to shun?

Pity my weakness, gracious God,
My sins thro’ Christ forgive;
Teach me henceforth not to myself
But unto Thee to live.

O may the slothful servant’s doom
My holy care excite:
Each talent may I well improve,
And in Thy work delight.

Then like a faithful steward I
Shall stand before Thy seat;
Let me but hear, Well done, at last,
My bliss will be complete.