1 Remark, my soul! the narrow bounds
Of the revolving year.
How swift the weeks complete their rounds!
How short the months appear!
2 So fast eternity comes on,
And that important,
When all that mortal life has done
God's judgment shall survey.
3 Yet like an idle tale we pass
The swift advancing year;
And study artful ways t' increase
The speed of its career.
4 Waken, O God! my trifling heart,
Its great concern to see;
That I may act the Christian part,
And give the year to thee.
5 Thus shall their course more grateful run,
If future years arise;
And bear me, swift as time can move,
To joy that never dies.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches; to which are added prayers for families and individuals #411
|Instances (1 - 1 of 1)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Cyber Hymnal #9590||Remark, My Soul, The Narrow Bounds||Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds||RICHMOND||Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751||CM||Published posthumously in <cite>Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scripture</cite>, by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: Joshua Eddowes & John Cotton, 1755)|