My Few Revolving Years,
How Swift They Glide Away!
How Short The Term Of Life Appears,
When Past—But As A Day!

A Dark And Cloudy Day,
Clouded By Grief And Sin;
A Host Of Enemies Without,
Distressing Fears Within.

Lord, Through Another Year
If Thou Permit My Stay,
With Diligence May I Pursue
The True And Living Way.