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 fulfill,
And our talents improve
By the patience of hope and the labor of love.

Our life is a dream;
Our time, as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.
The arrow is flow.
The moment is gone;
The millennial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity’s here.

O that each in the day
Of His coming may say,
“I have fought my way through;
I have finished the work Thou didst give me to do!”
O that each from his Lord
May receive the glad word,
“Well and faithfully done!
Enter into My joy, and sit down on My throne.”

Written by Charles Wesley

Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #706.

Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title. Such is the case with this one.

Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2018