The Old Year’s Long Campaign Is O’er

The old year’s long cam­paign is o’er;

Behold a new be­gun;

Not yet is closed the ho­ly war

Nor yet the tri­umph won:

Out of his still and deep re­pose

We hear the old year say:

Go forth again to meet your foes

Ye child­ren of the day!

Go forth

firm faith on ev­ery heart

Bright hope on ev­ery helm;

Through that shall pierce no fie­ry dart

And this no fear o’er­whelm!

Go in the spir­it and the might

Of Him who led the way;

Close with the le­gions of the night

Ye child­ren of the day.

So forth we go to meet the strife

We will not fear or fly!

We love the ho­ly war­ri­or’s life

His death we hope to die!

We slum­ber not

that charge in view

Toil on while toil ye may

Then night shall be no night to you

Ye child­ren of the day!

Lord God

our glo­ry

Three in One

Thine own sus­tain

de­fend!

And give

though dim this earth­ly sun

Thy true light to the end;

Till morn­ing tread the dark­ness down

And night be swept away

And in­fi­nite sweet tri­umph crown

The child­ren of the day!