A HYMN | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 14, 1877

A HYMN.

My years roll on in silent course, Impelled by a resistless force. Awake, my soul, awake and sing How good thy God, how great thy King!

My years roll on. Then let me know The great design for which they flow; And as the ship floats o’er the wave, Thy vessel, Lord, in mercy save.

My years roll on. The tide of time Bears me through many a changing clime: I’ve summers, winters,—heat and cold,— Winds, calms, and tempests, ten times told.

My years roll on; but here’s my hope, And this my everlasting prop: Though seasons change, and I change too, My God’s the same—forever true.

My years roll on; and as they roll, Oh! may they waft my ransomed soul Safe through life’s ocean to yon shore, Where sins and sorrows grieve no more!

My years roll on; and with them flows That mercy which no limits knows. ’Tis mercy’s current makes me glide, In hope of safety, down the tide.

My years roll on; my soul, be still; Guided by love, thy course fulfill; And, my life’s anxious voyage past, My refuge be with Christ at last.

—Sel.