1 The year is gone, beyond recall,
With all its hopes and fears,
With all its bright and gladd'ning smiles,
With all its mourners’ tears;
Thy thankful people praise Thee,
Lord, for countless gifts received;
And pray for grace to keep the faith
Which saints of old believed.
2 To Thee we come, O gracious Lord,
The newborn year to bless;
Defend our land from pestilence;
Give peace and plenteousness;
Forgive this nation’s many sins;
The growth of vice restrain;
And help us all with sin to strive,
And crowns of life to gain.
3 From evil deeds that stain the past
We now desire to flee;
And pray that future years may all
Be spent, good Lord, for Thee.
O Father, let Thy watchful eye
Still look on us in love,
That we may praise Thee, year by year,
With angel-host above.
Source: Wartburg Hymnal: for church, school and home #142