896. 7s. M. Anonymous.
The Same.
1Time by moments steals away,
First the hour and then the day;
Small the daily loss appears,
Yet it soon amounts to years.
2Thus another year is flown;
Now it is no more our own,
If it brought or promised good,
Than the years before the flood.
3But may none of us forget
It has left us much in debt;
Who can tell the vast amount
Placed to every one's account!
4Favors, from the Lord received,
Sins, that have his spirit grieved,
Marked by an unerring hand,
In his book recorded stand.
5If we see another year,
May thy blessing meet us here:
Sun of righteousness, arise,
Warm our hearts and bless our eyes.