Once More the Constant Sun

Once more the con­stant sun

Revolving round his sphere

His stea­dy course has run

And brings ano­ther year:

He ris­es

sets

but goes not back

Nor ev­er quits his des­tined track.

Hence let be­liev­ers learn

To keep a for­ward pace;

Be this our main con­cern

To fin­ish well our race.

Backslidings shun

with pa­tience press

Towards the Sun of Right­eous­ness.

What now shall be our task?

Or ra­ther what our pray­er?

What good thing shall we ask

To pros­per this New Year?

With one ac­cord our hearts we’ll lift

And ask our Lord some New Year’s gift.

No trif­ling gift or small

Should friends of Christ de­sire;

Rich Lord

be­stow on all

Pure gold

well tried by fire;

Faith that stands fast when dev­ils roar

And love which lasts for ev­er­more!