WHAT know I of the coming year,
Or what ‘twill bring to me,
Whether its close will find me here,
Or in eternity?
What found I in the year that’s past,
To make my heart forget
That this, perhaps, may be my last,
Although in childhood yet?
For little ones, still less than I,
Their short-lived course have run,
Who never, never thought to die
When first the year begun.
But I am left, while they are gone,
Oh! shall we meet again,
And, on the resurrection morn,
Eternal joys obtain?
We shall, if in the Christ of God,
The Saviour we are seen;
We shall, if washed in Jesus’ blood
Which makes the vilest clean.