Another busy year we add
To those we call the Past;
So much we learned, so much we did,
Found memories stored, to last
Until a vagrant thought someday
Stirs up the latent treasure-trove.
Not all our work was filled with glee,
Nor every task done faithfully,
Each day against our sin we strove,
Each day in prayer to God confessed
Our weakness and our utter need
Of Christ, and surely we were blessed.
How glorious is the teacher’s task
God’s children to instruct and guide.
And of my Father I now ask
Than in His Truth they may abide.