Then my desolate heart will well-nigh break
With tears that I cannot shed.
I'll cover my face with my empty hands
And bow my uncrowned head.

No! Lord of the years that are left to me
I yield them to Thy hand.
Take me, make me, mold me
To the pattern Thou hast planned.

May God give us the strength to redeem the time wisely. Only one life; 'twill soon be past. Only what's done for Christ will last
Amen