900. C. M.

The Same.

1Mark how the swift-winged minutes fly,

And hours still hasten on!

How swift the circling months run round!

How soon the year is gone!

2How is our debt of love increased

To that sustaining Power,

Who hath upheld our feeble frame,

And blest each rolling hour.

3For all thy favors, O our God,

Thy goodness we adore;

Thou hast our cup with blessings filled,

And made that cup run o'er.

4What shall befall in future life,

We would not, Lord, inquire:

To be prepared for all thy will.

Be this our chief desire.

Reliance for the Future.

1Gracious Source of every blessing!

Guard our breasts from anxious fears;

May we still thy love possessing,

Sink into the vale of years.

2All our hopes on thee reclining,

Peace companion of our way;

May our sun, in smiles declining,

Rise in everlasting day.