CLVII. God of our life! thy constant care

1 God of our life! thy constant care
With blessings crowns each rising year:
This feeble life thou dost prolong,
And wake anew our annual song.

2 How many precious souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since from this day the changing sun
Thro' his last yearly period run!

3 We yet survive — but who can say,
Or thro' the year, or month, or day,
He shall retain my vital breath?
Thus far, at least, in league with death!

4 That breath is thine, eternal God!
'Tis thine to fix the soul's abode:
We hold our life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.

5 To thee our spirits we resign:
O make and own them still as thine!
So shall they smile, secure from fear,
Tho' death should blast the rising year.

6 Thy children, eager to be gone,
Bid time's impetuous tide roll on,
And land them on that blooming shore
Where sin and death are known no more.

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First Line: God of our life! thy constant care
Language: English
Publication Date: 1789
Topic: New Years' Day
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