As thou, my youll art s the rapid year has sped, Thou, my soul! art speeding so; It has gone into the past,— To the future thou must go. To the past Eternity Time for ever hastes away; Glory not in mortal strength, Boasting Life cries, 'I am strong; Give thyself to God my soul! 101 As the rapid year has sped, Thou, my soul! art speeding so; It has gone into the past, To the future thou must go. To the past Eternity Time for ever hastes away; Glory not in mortal strength, Boasting Life cries, 'I am strong;' Give thyself to God my soul ! Let thy years then pass and go, M M |