1 Hush! the year is dying, soft, without a sound;
Snowflakes, shroud-like, lying, on the earth around;
All its strivings over, all its story done;
Now—its memories hover o’er a year begun.
2 Some of us were lonely in its brightest hours,
Sadly whispering, "Only let Thy will be ours!"
Some of us were tired in its summer days;
Weary, we desired gladder, brighter ways.
3 We but seemed repeating changeless rounds of life,
Daily, hourly meeting well known cares and strife;
Life a little colder, fewer loving smiles,
We but growing older, in familiar whiles.
4 Now the year is over, let us braver stand,
Seeking to discover His—our Father’s—hand;
Let us "follow wholly," though our sight be dim;
He would make us holy for a life with Him.
5 Every days He sends us, He Himself prepares;
He Himself attends us through its joys and cares;
His true love beseeching, let us, then draw near;
Seeking guidance, teaching, for the opening year.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10661
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|The Cyber Hymnal #10661||The Old Year And The New||Hush! the year is dying||VESPER||Emily E. Elliott||188.8.131.52||<cite>Chimes of Consecration</cite> (London: Seely, Jackson & Halliday, 1875)|