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HYMN 543. 10s, 5s, & 11s.  COME let us anew our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear; His adorable will let us gladly fulfil,
And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labor of love. 2 Our life as a dream, our time as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,
The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 30 that each in the day of His coming may
"I have fought my way through: I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to
do!” O that each from his Lord may receive the
“Well and faithfully done! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my
HYMN 544. L. M. 
2 The flowery spring at thy command,
HYMN 545. C. M. 
All praise to him belongs,
Demands our choicest songs.
Another various year;
Thy still continued care:
Whate'er we have or are.
The wonders of thy love,
To seek thy face above. 3 Our residue of days or hours,
Thine, wholly thine, shall be ;
A sacrifice to thee;
To saints on earth forgiven,
And bring the grand sabbatic year,
The jubilee of heaven.
HYMN 546. H. M.
THE Lord of earth and sky,
The God of ages praise !
Ancient of endless days!
We cumber'd long the ground !
On our dead souls was found !
To cut the fig-tree down,
Cried, “Let it still alone!”
From God obtain'd the grace;
On us a longer space;
Break up our fallow ground,
To thy great praise abound; O, let us all thy praise declare, And fruit unto perfection bear.
2 Silent and slow they glide away;
HYMN 547. L. M. 
HYMN 548. L. M. 
Did infant Time his being draw; Moments, and days, and months and years
Revolve by thine unvaried law,
Steady and strong the current flows, Lost in eternity's wide sea
The boundless gulf from whence it rose, 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men
Upon the rapid streams are borne, Swift on to their eternal home,
Whence not one soul can e'er return. 4 Yet, while the shore, on either side,
Presents a gaudy flattering show, We gaze, in fond amazement lost,
Nor think to what a world we go.
5 Great Source of wisdom, teach my heart
To know the price of every hour; That time may bear me on to joys, Beyond its measure and its power,
HYMN 549. C. M.  AND now my soul, another year
Of thy short life is past; I cannot long continue here
And this may be my last.
Nor will return again;
The few that yet remain.
Thy true condition learn : What are thy hopes? how sure? how fair?
What is thy great concern ? 4 Behold, another year begins;
Set out afresh for heaven;
HYMN 550. L. M.