As on a Hill Top Gained at Last

As on a hill-top gained at last

By ma­ny a step

we stand to­day

To look be­hind us on the past

Before us on o’er our fu­ture way.

A year of Sab­baths come and gone

Months bright with mer­cies meet our gaze;

Thy hand

O God

hath led us on

Thy good­ness claims our song of praise.

Within Thy house can we for­get

Our Fa­ther’s love

so rich and free?

Can we for­get the migh­ty debt

Our Sav­ior

that we owe to Thee?

Oh may the year that now be­gins

Behold us choose the heav­en­ward way

Redeem the time

for­sake our sins

And fol­low Thee

Lord

day by day.

Today to each the choice is giv’n

How long it may be

who can tell—

On this side lies the bliss of Heav’n

On that the aw­ful gloom of hell.

Jesus

Thy plead­ing look we see

Thy wound­ed hands

Thy thorn-wreath­ed brow—

Help us to yield our hearts to Thee—

To yield them all

and yield them now.