Years have passed
and many days
None can hide
nor escape Thy gaze

Many seasons
they cycle by
To win your grace
I always try

Labor and toil
is all in vain
It only prospers
which bears Thy name

Early mornings
wake and grind
The only worth
Thy love to find

Wakeful evenings
my lips they speak
‘Gracious God
my soul Thou keep

If I should die
before I wake
Spare me from
the burning lake

If I should live
to rise again
I’ll seek you still
until no end.’