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.