When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.—Job, xvi. 22.

Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, thy paths drop fatness.—Psalm lxv. 11.

For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.

For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.

The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.—Psalm xc. 4, 9, 10.

If a man live many years and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness for they shall be many.—Ecclesiastes, xi. 8.

Another year of time has passed away,

And long eternity is drawing near:

Another year—perhaps another day,

And man and all his works, may disappear,