The year now hastens to its endAuthor: E. Boye; Translator: P. C. Paulsen
Published in 2 hymnals
1 The year now hastens to its end,
Bleak is the countryside;
A sad farewell in song I send
The fleeting summertide.
2 Soon howls the winter's stormy voice,
Things wither and decay;
Let nature rest, I will rejoice
In God who lives for aye.
3 The sun is cutting short its trail,
The night prolongs its sway;
God's mighty arm shall never fail,
His wisdom never stray.
4 The fading leaves in colors glow
And soon are tossed about;
God's love for me while here below
I nevermore will doubt.
5 I know where joy has still a home,
When barren fields are white,
'Tis under heaven's starry dome
With angel chorus bright.
6 I know where I for hope may flee
When nature fadeth here,
On Golgotha, my Savior's tree
Stands verdant through the year.
7 With dropping leaves in autumn's rain,
Let flowers fade and fall;
My faith in Him shall still retain
Its leaves and flowers all.
8 He pledges me eternal life,
Though winter storms assail;
He broke the tomb and won the strife,
His promise cannot fail.
Source: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #66
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Hymnal for Church and Home #66||The Year Now Hastens To Its End||The year now hastens to its end||[The year now hastens to its end]||E. Boye||C. M.||1927||Fall ||
|Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #66||The Year Now Hastens To Its End||The year now hastens to its end||E. Boye||C. M.||1928||Fall ||