710 in the book
How quick my days have passed away,
How soon alas, they’re gone!
Life’s gayest scenes decline in haste,
Just like the setting sun.
Always in motion, ne’er at rest,
My minutes onward roll;
Swift to pursue their destined course,
And soon will reach the goal.
Eternal pains or endless joys
Stand waiting at the door;
The moments past or those to come,
Are not within my power.
God of my strength and of my hope,
In whom I live and move,
Help me by Thine instructive grace
The present to improve.
And if through this revolving year,
Thou shouldst my life prolong,
Oh may Thy wisdom guide my steps,
Thy praise employ my tongue.
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