1 The year is swiftly waning,
The summer days are past;
And life, brief life, is speeding:
The end is nearing fast.

2 The ever-changing seasons
In silence come and go;
But Thou, Eternal Father,
No time or change canst know.

3 Oh! pour Thy grace upon us
That we may worthier be,
Each year that passes o'er us,
To dwell in Heaven with Thee.

4 Behold, the bending orchards
With bounteous fruit are crowned;
Lord, in our hearts more richly
Let heavenly fruits abound.

5 Oh! by each mercy sent us,
And by each grief and pain,
By blessings like the sunshine,
And sorrows like the rain,

6 Our barren hearts make fruitful
With every goodly grace,
That we Thy Name may hallow,
And see at last Thy Face.

Amen.