The Year is Swiftly Waning
The year is swiftly waning,
The summer days are past;
And life, brief life, is speeding;
The end is nearing fast.
The ever changing seasons
In silence come and go;
But Thou, eternal Father,
No time or change canst know.
O, pour Thy grace upon us,
That we may worthier be,
Each year that passes o’er us,
To dwell in heaven with Thee.
Behold the bending orchards
With bounteous fruit are crowned;
Lord, in our hearts more richly
Let heavenly fruits abound.
O, by each mercy sent us,
And by each grief and pain,
By blessings like the sunshine,
And sorrows like the rain.
Our barren hearts make fruitful
With every goodly grace,
That we Thy Name may hallow,
And see at last Thy face.
words by William W. How – 1871
The Happy Wonderer ~ ellen b. 
It sure is swiftly waning…beautiful old hymn. They are my favorites…the old tried and true ones.
…your pear tree?
They are beautiful, too.
Amen to that! I think my fruit’s a bit soggy! Oi Vey!
Have a wonderful day today Ellen B.
What an appropriate hymn for today as summer wanes and fall’s approach makes us think of winter on its heels! I love it, Ellen!
Thanks for stopping by the Cottage. Blessings to you too, my friend.
Hi Ellen,
I appreciate you posting another new hymn. I think from now on, you will be my “walking hymnal”. 🙂
Blessings!