Hymns of the Kingdom of God, with Tunes

Thou art called and chosen
In My sight to stand."

3 For the year before us,
O what rich supplies!
For the poor and needy
Living streams shall rise;
For the sad and sinful

Shall His grace abound;
For the faint and feeble
Perfect strength be found.
4 He will never fail us,
He will not forsake;
His eternal covenant

He will never break.
Resting on His promise,

What have we to fear?
God is all-sufficient

For the coming year.

Frances R. Havergal, 1873

BREAK, newborn year, on glad eyes break!

Melodious voices move!

On, rolling time! thou canst not make

The Father cease to love.

2 The parted year had winged feet;
The Saviour still doth stay:

The new year comes; but, Spirit sweet,
Thou goest not away.

3 Our hearts in tears may oft run o'er;
But, Lord, Thy smile still beams:
Our sins are swelling evermore,

But pardoning grace still streams.

4 Lord, from this year more service win,
More glory, more delight:

O make its hours less sad with sin,
Its days with Thee more bright.

5 Then we may bless its precious things
If earthly cheer should come,
Or gladsome mount on angel wings
If Thou wouldst take us home.

60 golden then the hours must be;
The year must needs be sweet;
Yes, Lord, with happy melody

Thine opening grace we greet.

Thomas H. Gill, 1855

ES IST DAS HEIL

German melody in Etlich Cristliche Lyeder, 1524, harmonized by C. L. Safford, 1909

A cross the sky the shades of night This win-ter's eve are fleeting; We seek Thee,

ever-lasting Light, In sol-emn wor-ship meet-ing; And as the year's last hours go by

flow -ing,

Boun ti ful and free. Ev'ry-thing rejoices In

the

mel - low

rays; All earth's thousand voices Z

Swell the psalm of praise.

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3 Lord, upon our blindness
Thy pure radiance pour;
For Thy loving-kindness

Make us love Thee more.
And when clouds are drifting,
Dark across our sky,
Then, the veil uplifting,
Father, be Thou nigh.

4 We will never doubt Thee.
Though Thou veil Thy light;
Life is dark without Thee,

Death with Thee is bright.
Light of light, shine o'er us

On our pilgrim way;
Go Thou still before us

To the endless day.

Wm. Walsham How, 1871

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