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    COME, let us anew
   Our journey pursue,
    March on with the year,
And never stand still till the Master appear.
 
2      His adorable will
    We’ll gladly fulfil,
    Our talents improve,
By patience of hope, and by labour of love.
 
3      Our life is a dream:
    Our time as a stream
    Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.
 
4      The arrow is flown,
    The moment is gone:
    The ultimate year
Rushes into our view, and eternity’s here!
 
5      May each in that Day
    Be able to say,
    ‘I have fought my way through;
I have finished the work Thou didst give me to do.’
 
6      May each from the Lord
    Receive the glad word,
    ‘Well and faithfully done!
Enter into My joy, and sit down by My throne.’
 
Charles Wesley, 1707-88