Classic Poem

O child of man, where now have gone
The eighty-seven years?
So many days, so many thousand hours,
Where are they now? O God, they have departed
What is neglected, what was I ordered?
Not one hour can I bring back.
Lord Jesus, Thou must be my judge.
In Thee alone I put my trust,
Oh wrap me in Thy Jesus-name,
Thy will be done, I speak my yea and amen.