O Lord, and Yet Another Year

O Lord

and yet ano­ther year

Hath sped its flight on si­lent wing

And all that marked its brief ca­reer

Hath passed from mor­tal reck­on­ing.

But grav­en as with ir­on pen

All-see­ing God

Thy re­cords stand;

All thoughts

and words

and deeds of men

Unnumbered as the ocean sand.

For all Thy grace

and pa­tient love

Unwearied still

and still the same

For all our hopes of joys ab­ove

We laud and bless Thy ho­ly name.

We bless Thee for each ha­ppy soul

Throughout ano­ther fleet­ing year

Or by Thy quick­en­ing grace made whole

Or part­ed in Thy faith and fear.

Still bear with us

and bless us still

And long as in this world we stay

Oh

let us love Thy per­fect will

And keep the true and liv­ing way.

So

when the roll­ing stream of time

Hath o­pened to a bound­less sea

Loud shall we raise that song sub­lime—

All hon­or

glo­ry

praise to Thee!