1 Once more the constant sun, revolving round his sphere,
His steady course has run, and brings another year:
He rises, sets, but goes not back;
Nor ever quits his destined track.
2 Hence let believers learn to keep a forward pace;
Be this our main concern, to finish well our race.
Backslidings shun, with patience press
Towards the sun of righteousness.
3 What now shall be our task? or rather what our prayer?
What good thing shall we ask, to prosper this New Year?
With one accord our hearts we'll lift;
And ask our Lord some New Year's gift.
4 No trifling gift or small should friends of Christ deisre;
Rich Lord, bestow on all pure gold, well tried by fire;
Faith that stands fast; when devils roar;
And love which lasts for evermore.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791
|First Line:||Once more the constant sun, revolving round his sphere|
|Title:||New Year's Day|