And now, my soul, another year

Of my short life is past;

I cannot long continue here,

And this may be my last.

Much of my dubious life is gone,

Nor will return again;

And swift my passing moments run,

The few that do remain.

Awake, my soul, with utmost care

Thy true condition learn:

What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair,

And what thy great concern?

Now a new scene of time begins,

Set out afresh for heaven;

Seek pardon for thy former sins,

In Christ, so freely given.