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FROME. C. M.

Arr. by H. BOND.

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But we would leave with-out

1 Our Father, through the coming year We know not what shall be ;

But we would leave without a fear
Its ordering all to thee.

2 It may be we shall toil in vain

For what the world holds fair;
And all the good we thought to gain,
Deceive and prove but care.

3 It may be it shall darkly blend

Our love with anxious fears,
And snatch away the valued friend,

The tried of many years.

4 But calmly, Lord, on thee we rest; No fears our trust shall move; Thou knowest what for each is best, And thou art perfect Love.

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1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal,
And make thy glory known;
Now let us all thy presence feel,
And soften hearts of stone.

2 From all the guilt of former sin
May mercy set us free;
And let the year we now begin,
Begin and end with thee.

3 Send down thy Spirit from above,
That saints may love thee more;
And sinners now may learn to love,
Who never loved before.

J. NEWTON.

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1 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high:
Awake, and praise that sovereign love
That shows salvation nigh.

2 On all the wings of time it flies,
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year.

3 Not many years their rounds shall run, Nor many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand revealed

To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course! Ye mortal powers, decay!

Fast as ye bring the gloomy night,
Ye bring eternal day.

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I The year is gone, beyond recall,
With all its hopes and fears,
With all its bright and gladdening smiles,
With all its mourners' tears;

2 Thy thankful people praise thee, Lord,
For countless gifts received;
And pray for grace to keep the faith
Which saints of old believed.

3 From evil deeds that stain the past
We now desire to flee;
And pray that future years may all
Be spent, good Lord, for thee.

1 Bless, O Lord, each opening year To the souls assembling here; Clothe thy word with power divine, Make us willing to be thine.

2 Where thou hast thy work begun,
Give new strength the race to run;
Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears,
Wipe away the mourner's tears.

3 Bless us all, both old and young,
Call forth praise from every tongue;
Let our whole assembly prove
All thy power and all thy love!

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1 Praise to God, and thanksgiving!
Hearts bow down; and voices sing
Praises to the Glorious One,
All his year of wonder done!

2 Praise him for his budding green,
April's resurrection-scene ;
Praise him for his shining hours,
Starring all the land with flowers!
3 Praise him now for snowy rest,
Falling soft on Nature's breast;
Praise for happy dreams of birth,
Brooding in the quiet earth!

4 For his year of wonder done,
Praise to the All-Glorious-One!
Hearts bow down, and voices ring,
Praise and love and thanksgiving!

W. C. GANNETT.

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1 Thou who roll'st the year around,
Crowned with mercies large and free,
Rich thy gifts to us abound,
Warm our praise shall rise to thee.

2 Kindly to our worship bow,

While our grateful thanks we tell,
That, sustained by thee, we now
Bid the parting year-farewell!
3 All its numbered days are sped,
All its busy scenes are o'er,
All its joys forever fled,

All its sorrows felt no more.

4 Mingled with th’eternal past,
Its remembrance shall decay;
Yet to be revived at last
At the solemn judgment-day.

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R. PALMER.