1 Break, new-born 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 wingèd 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 it 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.
6 O golden them the hours must be;
The year must needs be sweet;
Yes, Lord, with happy melody
Thine opening grace we greet.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895
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