Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#546

546. God of our lives! Thy constant care

1 God of our lives! Thy constant care
With blessings crowns each op'ning year;
These lives, so frail, dost Thou prolong,
And wake anew our annual song.

2 How many precious souls are fled
To the dark regions of the dead,
Since, from this day, the changing sun
Through his last yearly course has run!

3 We yet survive, but who can say,
Or through the year, or month, or day,
I shall retain my vital breath,
Thus far, at least, in league with death?

4 That breath is Thine, eternal God!
'Tis thine to fix the soul's abode:
We hold our lives from Thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.

5 To Thee we all our powers resign;
Make us and own us still as Thine:
Then shall we smile, secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising year.

Text Information

• First Line: God of our lives! Thy constant care
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: New Year
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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