|1||The year is swiftly waning;
The summer days are past;
And life, brief life, is speeding:
The end is nearing fast.
|2||The ever-changing seasons
In silence come and go;
But Thou, Eternal Father,
No time or change canst know.
|3||Oh! Pour Thy grace upon us
That we may worthier be,
Each year that passes o’er us,
To dwell in heaven with Thee.
|4||Behold, the bending orchards
With bounteous fruit are crowned;
Lord, in our hearts more richly
Let heavenly fruits abound.
|5||Oh! By each mercy sent us,
And by each grief and pain,
By blessings like the sunshine,
And sorrows like the rain,
|6||Our barren hearts make fruitful
With every goodly grace,
That we Thy Name may hallow,
And see at last Thy Face. Amen.