  My years are very few, O God! More rapidly they pass Than clouds whose transient tale is told In shadows on the grass. My years are very few, O God! But they are full of Thee:— A drop of being in Thy life’s Unfathomable sea. My years are very few, O God! Oh, let me clearly see How they grow strong and beautiful In Thy immensity. My years are very few, O God! The sum of them is small,— But each may serve Thy blessed will, And Thou shalt have them all. My years are very few, O God! On earth, but not in heaven;— To Thee, eternal Life and Love, Be endless praises given.
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