1 O Lord, and yet another year
Hath sped its flight on silent wing,
And all that marked its brief career
Hath passed from mortal reckoning.
2 But graven as with iron pen,
All-seeing God, Thy records stand;
All thoughts, and words, and deeds of men,
Unnumbered as the ocean sand.
3 For all Thy grace, and patient love,
Unwearied still, and still the same,
For all our hopes of joys above,
We laud and bless Thy holy name.
4 We bless Thee for each happy soul
Throughout another fleeting year,
Or by Thy quickening grace made whole,
Or parted in Thy faith and fear.
5 Still bear with us, and bless us still,
And long as in this world we stay,
Oh, let us love Thy perfect will,
And keep the true and living way.
6 So, when the rolling stream of time
Hath opened to a boundless sea,
Loud shall we raise that song sublime—
All honor, glory, praise to Thee!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16446