2 Before the Cross, subdued we bow, To Thee our pray'rs addressing; Recounting all Thy mercies now, And all our sins confessing; Beseeching Thee, this coming year To hold us in Thy faith and fear, And crown us with Thy blessing. 3 And, while we kneel, we lift our eyes And to our lost restore us. 4 We gather up, in this brief hour, The memory of Thy mercies: Thy wondrous goodness, love, and pow'r, Our grateful song rehearses: For Thou hast been our Strength and Stay, In many a dark and dreary day Of sorrow and reverses. 5 In many an hour, when fear and dread, |