Joy! Joy! A Year Is Born

Joy! joy! a year is born;

A year to man is giv­en

For hope

and peace

and love

For faith

and truth

and Heav­en.

Though earth be dark with care

With death and sor­row rife

Yet toil

and pain

and pray­er

Lead to our high­er life.

Behold

the fields are white!

No long­er id­ly stand!

Go forth in love and might;

Man needs thy help­ing hand.

Thus may each day and year

To pray­er and toil be giv­en

Till man to God draw near

And earth be­come like Heav­en.