How hast thou fared, my soul, throughout the year?
Survey the path thy pilgrim feet have trod;
Mark how His guiding hand was ever near,
Think of His kindness and give thanks to God.
How hast thou cared, my soul, for others' pains?
What priestly sympathies have stirred thy heart?
The year has had its fill of weeping rains.
Shared tears are heaven's dew-drops. Weep thy part.
How hast thou dared, my soul, to hold the faith?
To face the foe with all his hosts abhorred?
He is, who stands by what the Scripture saith,
A hero in the battles of the Lord.
How now prepared, my soul? Be not downcast;
Step out in faith into the dawning year.
Write "profits" o'er the lessons of the past,
And trade for Him. His coming draweth near.
I Y Ewan
