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A Hymn for the New Year

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 21, 1909

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 86, No. 3.

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A Hymn for the New Year

My times are in Thy hands! My future, present, past, Are linked with golden bands, And to Thy throne made fast; The distant paths I do not see, But this I know — they lead to Thee.
Day speaketh to the day, Night answereth unto night; They keep Thy time and way, The darkness and the light; The morn and eve which round my days In their deep silence speak Thy praise.
The winter’s frost and snow, The song and bloom of spring, The summer’s golden glow, The autumn’s harvesting — They all Thy faithfulness record, And show the glory of the Lord.
Our years of health are Thine, And Thine our hours of pain; Thou bidst Thy sun to shine, Thou sendest now the rain; But on our changing skies we still Can trace the lines of Thy sweet will.
— Selected.