1 The God of life, Whose constant care
with blessings crowns each opening year,
My scanty span doth still prolong,
And wakes anew mine annnual song.
2 Thy children, panting to be gone,
May bid the tide of time roll on,
To land them on that happy shore
Where years and death are known no more.
3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place;
No groans, to mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues:
4 No more alarms from ghostly foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
5 O long-expected year! begin;
Dawn on this world of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.
Source: Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America #30
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|The Cyber Hymnal #10115||God Of My Life, Thy Constant Care||God of my life, Thy constant care||TRURO||Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751||LM||Published posthumously in <cite>Hymns, founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures,/cite> by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: J. Eddowes & J. Cotton, 1755)|