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And now, my soul, another year Of my short life is past; I cannot long continue here, And this may be my last.
Much of my dubious life is gone, Nor will return again; And swift my passing moments run, The few that do remain.
Awake, my soul, with utmost care Thy true condition learn: What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair, And what thy great concern?
Now a new scene of time begins, Set out afresh for heaven; Seek pardon for thy former sins, In Christ, so freely given.