Fleeting Years

It seemed just yesterday whistles blew ,

   And sirens shrieked a mighty cheer .

When merry makers jammed the midnight streets  

   To welcome in the glad New Year .

Only a little while since then it seems

     We faced the year with joyful heart .

And in the song and cheer of happy souls

    Our festive spirits were apart .

We looked with bright prospects upon the year

     To try what we had tried before

To give to Christ and to lost human kind

    A yielded heart to serve Him more .

But now the year has swiftly fled away .

     And we are left with little done .

The many tasks that we had planned to do ,

     It seems that have just begun .

So swiftly flies the fleeting hours away ;

     So soon the precious days are o’er ;

Unless we hasten in Master’s work ,

     We’ll fail , just as we did before.

The old year’s gone , but – in thy hand the new .

      Another chance has come and show .

As stewards of the year ,we must not fall

     A faithful service  to bestow .

We cannot stop the passing of the hours ,

     Nor to our heart hold back the day .

Just as it came , so it must soon depart ,

     And leave us on our weary way .

But one thing there is left for every man

     Within harvest field to do ,

And Grace is giv’n  to carry out God ‘s plan ,

     Before the old year  changes out God’s   plan