Christian Worship Self-examination. New Year.
As o’er the past my memory strays,
Why heaves the secret sigh?
‘Tis that I mourn departed days,
Still unprepared to die.
The world, and worldly things beloved,
My anxious thoughts employed;
And time unhallowed, unimproved,
Presents a fearful void.
Yet, Holy Father! wild despair
Chase from my laboring breast;
Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer.
That grace can do the rest.
My life’s brief remnant all be thine;
And when thy sure decree
Bids me this fleeting breath resign,
O speed my soul to thee!