1 Another year is quick­ly gone,
With its re­volv­ing days,
And yet how lit­tle have I done,
For my cre­at­or’s praise!

2 I have a war­fare to main­tain,
Against the world and sin;
But oh, what lit­tle ground I gain,
How sloth­ful have I been.

3 My sands, al­as, how fast they run,
How swift my mo­ments fly;
And yet my work is scarce be­gun,
Now death ap­proach­es nigh.

4 My heart is hard and stub­born still,
My wild af­fect­ions rove;
Grace has but half sub­dued my will,
But half ob­tained my love.

5 God’s ho­ly laws I still trans­gress,
His right­eous will oppose;
My fol­lies ev­ery day in­crease,
My debt still larg­er grows.

6 Impartial Judge, how shall I bear
Thy scru­tin­iz­ing view?
Oh may I bet­ter live this year,
Or nev­er live it through!