1 While, with ceaseless course, the sun
Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Nevermore to meet us here:
Fixed in an eternal state,
They have done with all below;
We a little longer wait,–
But how little none can know.
2 As the winged arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind,
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life’s rapid stream;
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise,
All below is but a dream.
3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live,
With eternity in view:
Bless thy word to young and old;
Fill us with a Saviour’s love;
And, when life’s short take is told,
May we dwell with thee above!
While, With Ceaseless Course, The Sun Lyrics
Title: New Year
Author: John Newton