1 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 labour of love,

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

3 O that each in the day
Of his coming may say,
"I have fought my way through,
I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do."
O that each from the Lord,
May receive the glad word,
"Well and faithfully done!"
Enter into my joy, And sit down on my throne."