English poem
Reflections on our Waste of Years. Psal. xc. 9
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Remark, my Soul, the narrow Bounds Of the revolving Year! How swift the Weeks compleat their Rounds, How short the Months appear!
So fast Eternity comes on, And that important Day, When all that mortal Life has done GOD'S Judgment shall survey.
Yet like an idle Tale we pass The swift-advancing Year; And study artful Ways t'increase The Speed of its Career.
Waken, O GOD, my trifling Heart Its great Concern to see; That I may act the Christian Part, And give the Year to thee.
So shall their Course more grateful roll, If future Years arise; Or this shall bear my smiling Soul To Joy, that never dies.
More by Philip Doddridge
- Providing Bags, that wax not old, &c. Luke xii. 33
- Quietness under Affliction a proper Acknowledgment of GOD. Psalm xlvi. 10
- Rebels against CHRIST executed. Luke xix. 27
- Rebels against the supreme Sovereign admonished. Psalm lxvi. 7
- Reflections on the Disciples forsaking CHRIST, when he was betrayed. Matt. xxvi. -56
- Regard to Scripture pressed upon young Persons, that they may cleanse their Way. Psalm cxix. 9
- Rejoicing in an unseen Saviour. 1 Peter i. 8
- Rejoicing in our Covenant Engagements to GOD. 1 Chron. xv. 15