H.XXIII. The God of life, whose constant care

1 The God of life, whose constant care
With blessings crowns each op'ning year,
My scanty span doth still prolong,
And waked anew mine annual song.

2 How many precious souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since to this day the changing sun
Through his last yearly period run.

3 We yet survive; but who can say,
"Or through this year, or month, or day,
"I shall retain this vital breath,
"Thus far, at least, in league with death?

4 That breath is thine, eternal God;
'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode;
It holds its life from thee alone
On earth, or in the world unknown.

5 To thee our spirits we resign,
Make them and own them still as thine;
So shall they live secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising year

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First Line: The God of life, whose constant care
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: New Year's Day
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