The American Hymnal

Like sunbeams bright, but num-ber-less, Or as the o-cean's sand. A-MEN.

2 Thine ageless age no limit knows,
No dawn began Thy day,
Nor evening shade shall ever fall
Upon Thy glorious way.

3 All time is but a fleeting wave
Upon Thy calm, deep sea,
A fading leaf that feebly falls
From Life's eternal tree.

4 Yet unto Thee our fleeting years,
Our fading days, are known,
And every hour its message bears
Up to the eternal throne.

5 Old year, farewell! Thou'rt gone to God, Gone to record our life,

656 BRISTOL C. M.

Its poor success, its wasted hours,

Its oft unworthy strife.

6 New year, all hail! Thou'rt come from
Blest be Thy dawning bright! [God:
Blest be thy swiftly fleeting hours!
And blest thine evening light.

7 Into the hand of Him who died,
Who evermore doth live,

This strange and solemn New Year's path
In trustful prayer we give.

8 Enough for us to hear His voice,
To feel His guiding hand,
To know each step is bringing us
Nearer the Better Land.

R. Dawson

Edward Hodges, 1819

1. Break new-born year, on glad eyes break! Me - lo- dious voices move! 4

On, roll- ing Time! Thou canst not make The Fa-ther cease to love. A-MEN.

659 WALTHAM L. M.

J. Baptiste Calkin, 1872

1. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The fly-ing cloud, the frosty light;

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The year is dy-ing in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let Him die. A-MEN.

2 Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

3 Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

4 Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

6 Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Alfred Tennyson, 1849

(DEVA)

2 "I the Lord, am with thee,
Be thou not afraid;

I will keep and strengthen,
Be thou not dismayed.
Yea, I will uphold thee

With my own right hand;
Thou art called and chosen
In My sight to stand."

3 For the year before us,
O what rich supplies!
For the poor and needy

Living streams shall rise;

For the sad and sinful

Shall His grace abound;
For the faint and feeble
Perfect strength be found.

4 He will never fail us,
He will not forsake;
His eternal covenant

He will never break.
Resting on His promise,
What have we to fear?
God is all-sufficient

For the coming year.

Frances R. Havergal, 1873

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