Another Year Hath Fled

Another year hath fled; re­new

Lord

with our days Thy love!

Our days are ev­il here and few;

We look to live ab­ove:

We will not grieve

though day by day

We pass from earth­ly joys away;

Our joy ab­ides in Thee.

Yet

when our sins we call to mind

We can­not fail to grieve;

But Thou art pi­ti­ful and kind

And wilt our pray­er re­ceive:

O Je­su

ev­er­more the same

Our hope we rest up­on Thy name;

Our hope ab­ides in Thee.

For all the fu­ture

Lord

pre­pare

Our souls with strength di­vine;

Help us to cast on Thee our care

And on Thy serv­ants shine:

Life with­out Thee is dark and drear;

Death is not death if Thou art near;

Our life ab­ides in Thee.