And now, my soul, another year

Of thy short life is past;

I can not long continue here,

And this may be my last.

2 Much of my hasty life is gone,

Nor will return again:

And swift my passing moments run,

The few that yet remain.

3 Awake, my soul; with utmost care

Thy true condition learn;

What are thy hopes? how sure? how fair?

What is thy great concern?

4 Behold, another year begins;

Set out afresh for heaven;

Seek pardon for thy former sins,

In Christ so freely given.

5 Devoutly yield thyself to God,

And on his grace depend;

With zeal pursue the heavenly road,

Nor doubt a happy end.