1. O Thou who sealest up the past,
The days slip from us, and the years
Grow silent with their hopes and fears;
’Tis Thine to keep all things at last.
2. We have not done the things we would,
A blotted page we render back;
And yet, whate’er our work may lack,
Thy work goes on, and Thou art good.
3. Thou movest in the moving years;
Wherever man is, there Thou art
To overrule his feebler part,
And bring a blessing out of tears.
4. Thou opener of the years to be,
Let me not lose, in woe or weal,
The touch of Thy strong hand I feel
Upholding and directing me.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #5441
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|The Cyber Hymnal #5441||O Thou Who Sealest Up the Past||O Thou who sealest up the past||DEVENTER||Samuel V. Cole||LM||<cite>Scipio's Garden and Other Poems</cite>, 1901. In <cite>The Pilgrim Hymnal</cite>, 1904, it is dated to 1887.|