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294 The Book of Praise.
III.
THE OLD AND NEW YEAR.
CCLXXV.
Another year hath fled ; renew,
Lord, with our days Thy love ! Our days are evil here and few ;
We look to live above : We will not grieve, though day by day We pass from earthly joys away ;
Our joy abides in Thee ;
Our joy abides in Thee !
Yet, when our sins we call to mind,
We cannot fail to grieve ; But Thou art pitiful and kind,
And wilt our prayer receive : O Jesu, evermore the same, Our hope we rest upon Thy Name;
Our hope abides in Thee ;
Our hope abides in Thee !
For all the future, Lord, prepare
Our souls with strength Divine ; Help us to cast on Thee our care,
And on Thy servants shine : Life without Thee is dark and drear ; Death is not death if Thou art near ;
Our life abides in Thee ;
Our life abides in Thee !
A rthur Tozer Russell. 1851. |
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