Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them.@Ecclesiastes 12:1

James Lom­bard, A Li­tur­gy, with a Col­lect­ion of Hymns and Chants (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Ab­el Tomp­kins, 1860), num­ber 95.

Ar­i­zo­na Ro­bert H. Earn­shaw, in The Book of Praise (To­ron­to, On­tar­io: Ox­ford Un­i­ver­si­ty Press, 1918) (🔊 pdf nwc).

We come ere yet the ills of life
Have cast their shadows o’er our way,
For strength to conquer mid the strife,
And bear the burden of the day.

Whate’er our lot in life may be,
May we its duties well perform,
And still Thy goodness, Father see
Alike in sunshine and in storm.

May we our faithful teachers aid,
And grant that in their labors high,
They be not weary nor dismayed,
Ere yet the harvest time draws nigh.

And while within these walls we meet,
To gather words of wisdom here,
May kindly deeds and converse sweet,
Bind every heart in love sincere.