1 As on a hill-top gained at last,
By many a step, we stand today,
To look behind us on the past,
Before us on o’er our future way.
2 A year of Sabbaths come and gone,
Months bright with mercies meet our gaze;
Thy hand, O God, hath led us on,
Thy goodness claims our song of praise.
3 Within Thy house can we forget
Our Father’s love, so rich and free?
Can we forget the mighty debt,
Our Savior, that we owe to Thee ?
4 Oh may the year that now begins,
Behold us choose the heavenward way,
Redeem the time, forsake our sins,
And follow Thee, Lord, day by day.
5 Today to each the choice is giv’n,
How long it may be, who can tell—
On this side lies the bliss of Heav’n,
On that the awful gloom of hell.
6 Jesus, Thy pleading look we see,
Thy wounded hands, Thy thorn-wreathed brow—
Help us to yield our hearts to Thee—
To yield them all, and yield them now.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11659
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11659||As On A Hill Top Gained At Last||As on a hill-top gained at last||KANSAS CITY||James D. Burns, 1823-1864||LM||Published posthumously in <cite>Memoirs and Select Remains</cite>, 1836|