1 As o'er the past my memory strays,
Why heaves the secret sigh?
'Tis that I mourn departed days,
Still unprepared to die.
2 The world and worldly things beloved,
My anxious thoughts employ'd;
And time unhallowed, unimproved,
Presents a fearful void.
3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair
Chase from my labouring breast;
Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer,
That grace can do the rest.
4 My life's brief remnant all be Thine;
And when Thy sure decree
Bids me this fleeting breath resign,
O speed my soul to Thee.
Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America, 1871
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