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The Old a?id New Year. |
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CCLXXVI.
Harp, awake ! tell out the story
Of our love and joy and praise ; Lute, awake ! awake our glory !
Join a thankful song to raise ! Join we, brethren faithful-hearted,
Lift the solemn voice again O'er another year departed
Of our threescore years and ten !
Lo ! a theme for deepest sadness,
In ourselves with sin defiled ; Lo ! a theme for holiest gladness,
In our Father reconciled ! In the dust we bend before Thee,
Lord of sinless hosts above ; Yet in lowliest joy adore Thee,
God of mercy, grace, and love !
Gracious Saviour ! Thou hast lengthen'd
And hast blest our mortal span, And in our weak hearts hast strengthen'
What Thy grace alone began ! Still, when danger shall betide us,
Be Thy warning whisper heard ; Keep us at Thy feet, and guide us
By Thy Spirit and Thy Word !
Let Thy favour and Thy blessing Crown the year we now begin ;
Let us all, Thy strength possessing, Grow in grace, and vanquish sin ! |
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