And now, my soul, ano­ther year
Of thy short life is past;
I can­not long con­tin­ue here,
And this may be my last.

Awake, my soul! with ut­most care
Thy true con­di­tion learn;
What are thy hopes, how sure? how fair?
What is thy great con­cern?

Behold, an­oth­er year be­gins!
Set out afresh for Hea­ven;
Seek par­don for thy for­mer sins,
In Christ so free­ly giv­en.

Devoutly yield thy­self to God,
And on His grace de­pend;
With zeal pu­rsue the hea­ven­ly road,
Nor doubt a hap­py end.