Rapid My Days and Months Run On

Rapid my days and months run on

How soon an­oth­er year is gone!

How swift my gold­en mo­ments roll

How much neg­lect­ed by my soul!

Let me be­gin with ho­ly fear

This new

this fleet­ing

fly­ing year;

Too many un­im­proved have passed

This year

per­haps

may be my last.

Give me

great God

a heart to pray;

Let all old things be done away;

Give me new strength to con­quer sin

And plant new ho­li­ness with­in.

I ask new wis­dom for this year

New fit­ness for my tri­als here;

Of ev­ery grace a rich­er store

My God to love and hon­or more.

This year

O sheath war’s dire­ful sword!

Let ev­ery na­tion serve the Lord:

Visit Thy Church

and may she bear

Much glo­ri­ous fruit this bless­èd year.