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11647. The Year Begins With Thee

1 The year begins with Thee,
And Thou beginn’st with woe,
To let the world of sinners see
That blood for sin must flow.

2 Thine infant cries, O Lord,
Thy tears upon the breast,
Are not enough—the legal sword
Must do its stern behest.

3 Like sacrificial wine
Poured on a victim’s head
Are those few precious drops of Thine,
Now first to offering led.

4 They are the pledge and seal
Of Christ’s unswerving faith
Giv’n to His Sire, our souls to heal,
Although it cost His death.

5 They to His Church of old,
To each true Jewish heart,
In Gospel graces manifold
Communion blest impart.

6 Now of Thy love we deem
As of an ocean vast,
Mounting in tides against the stream
Of ages gone and past.

7 Both theirs and ours Thou art,
As we and they are Thine;
Kings, prophets, patriarchs—all have part
Along the sacred line.

8 By blood and water, too,
God’s mark is set on Thee,
That in Thee every faithful view
Both covenants might see.

9 O bond of union, dear
And strong as is Thy grace!
Saints, parted by a thousand years,
May thus in heart embrace.

10 Is there a mourner true,
Who, fallen on faithless days,
Sighs for the heart-consoling view
Of those Heav’n deigned to praise?

11 In spirit may’st thou meet
With faithful Abraham here,
Whom soon in Eden thou shalt greet
A nursing father dear.

12 Would’st thou a poet be?
And would thy dull heart fain
Borrow of Israel’s minstrelsy
One high enraptured strain?

13 Come here thy soul to tune,
Here set thy feeble chant,
Here, if at all beneath the moon,
Is holy David’s haunt.

14 Art thou a child of tears,
Cradled in care and woe?
And seems it hard, thy vernal years
Few vernal joys can show?

15 And fall the sounds of mirth
Sad on thy lonely heart,
From all the hopes and charms of earth
Untimely called to part?

16 Look here, and hold thy peace:
The Giver of all good
E’en from the womb takes no release
From suffering, tears, and blood.

17 If thou would’st reap in love,
First sow in holy fear:
So life a winter’s morn may prove
To a bright endless year.

Text Information
First Line: The year begins with Thee
Title: The Year Begins With Thee
Author: John Keble (1824)
Meter: SM
Language: English
Source: Christian Year, 1827
Copyright: Public Domain
Notes: Alternate tune: DEDICATION by Edmund Gilding
Tune Information
Name: ST. ANDREW
Composer: Joseph Barnby (1866)
Meter: SM
Key: E♭ Major
Copyright: Public Domain



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