ANOTHER year hath passed away,
And what can I account to Him
For gracious mercy He hath shown
That kept me safe in life and limb.
When I survey what I have done
That could deserve His mercy great,
My heart doth weep within itself
To think how small they all do rate.
O God forbid that I should boast
Of aught I gave in charity,
Or else to boast for having done
What duty but demands of me.
Such mercy as Thou showest all
Surpass what we could e’er deserve:
Whate’er we do, we owe Thee still –
We, whom Thou daily dost preserve.
O lead me, Lord, to higher heights
Of self-denying sacrifice:
To bring my brethren in distress,
And deem that deed my only prize.
— YONG YEW KIM
This poem by Yong Yew Kim,
who taught at ACS, Seremban,
appeared in Methodist Message
of January 1929.