Text: | New Year's Day |
1 Once more the constant Sun, revolving round his Sphere,
His steady Course has run, and brings another Year:
He rises, sets, but goes not back;
Nor ever quits his destin'd Track.
2 Hence let believers learn to keep a forward Pace;
Be this our main Concern, to finish well our Race.
Backslidings shun, with Patience press
Towards the Sun of Righteousness.
3 What now shall be our Task? or rather what our Pray'r?
What good Thing shall we ask, to prosper this New Year?
With One Accord our hearts we'll lift;
And ask our LORD some New Year's Gift.
4 No trifling Gift or small should Friends of CHRIST desire;
Rich LORD, bestow on all pure Gold, well try'd by Fire;
Faith that stands fast; when Devils roar;
And Love which lasts for Evermore.
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First Line: | Once more the constant sun, revolving round his sphere |
Title: | New Year's Day |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | New Years Day |