1 The year begins with Thee,
And Thou begin'st with woe,
To let the world of sinners see
That blood for sin must flow.
2 Thine infant cries, O Lord,
Thy tears upon the breast
Are not enough, the legal sword
Must do its stern behest.
3 Seemeth it strange to me
My own will to deny?
Seemeth it sad, my soul, to Thee
Under the yoke to lie?
4 I look, and hold my peace:
The Giver of all good
E'en from His birth takes no release
From suffering, tears, and blood.
5 That I may reap in love,
Help me to sow in fear:
So life a winter's morn may prove
To a bright endless year.
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First Line: | The year begins with Thee |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Circumcision of Christ |