NEW YEAR 1895 by Sara W. Young

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jan 16, 1896

NEW YEAR 1895.

By Sara W. Young

BY SARA W. YOUNG.

Dear Father, through this coming year I know not what shall be; But I will trust without a fear My future all to thee.

I know not if I'll see the end Of this fair opening year; But I will on thy love depend, And trust thy constant care.

I know not if the friends I love By death will severed be; But in thy happy home above We shall each other see.

I know not if the coming days Will bring me grief or joy, Or if my lips shall sing thy praise Or death my life destroy.

I know not if the world will give To me its smile or frown; But this I know, I will receive At last a golden crown.

I know not whether grief or ill For me may be in store; But help me bow to thy sweet will And I would ask no more.

Now, Lord, I pray that I may be Resigned, submissive, meek; And, whate'er changes come to me, Thy face help me to seek.

Rurutu, Jan. 5, 1895.