New Year's Hymn

Another year, another year,
 Unfolds its page of hope and fear!
Where, at its close, shall we appear
 Who now are congregated here.


Perhaps, with those now passed away,
 We may be laid deep in the earth;
Perchance, 'mid foreign scenes, we may
 Forget the land that gave us birth.


Perhaps upon the stormy seas,
 Where raging billows wildly roll,
The terrors of despair may seize
 Upon the dark and guilty soul.


But wheresoe'er our footsteps tend,
 'Mid tropic sands, or polar snow,
May we remember that great Friend
 Who guards us wheresoe'er we go.


Whose mighty hand hath been our stay
 Through scenes of trouble, doubt and fear.
And suffered us, poor worms of clay,
 To enter on another year.