A HYMN.

Another fleeting year
Has fled and passed away,
Since we were taught to worship here,
On this most holy day.

Years hurry quickly by,
And we are fading too;
And soon the year when we shall die,
Will come upon our view.

If we are ready then,
For us it will be well;
Removed from this low earth of pain,
With God in heaven to dwell.