The Year Is Swiftly Waning

The year is swift­ly wan­ing

The sum­mer days are past;

And life

brief life

is speed­ing;

The end is near­ing fast.

The ev­er chang­ing sea­sons

In si­lence come and go;

But Thou

eter­nal Fa­ther

No time or change canst know.

O

pour Thy grace up­on us

That we may wor­thi­er be

Each year that pass­es o’er us

To dwell in Heav­en with Thee.

Behold the bend­ing or­chards

With boun­te­ous fruit are crowned;

Lord

in our hearts more rich­ly

Let heav­en­ly fruits ab­ound.

O

by each mer­cy sent us

And by each grief and pain

By bless­ings like the sun­shine

And sor­rows like the rain.

Our bar­ren hearts make fruit­ful

With ev­ery good­ly grace

That we Thy name may hal­low

And see at last Thy face.