1 Remark, my soul, the narrow bound
Of each revolving year;
How swift the weeks complete their round!
How short the months appear!

2 So fast eternity comes on,
And that important day
When all that mortal life hath done
God's judgment shall survey.

3 Awake, O God, my careless heart
Its great concerns to see,
That I may act the Christian's part,
And give the years to thee.