A year is dead, a year is born;
Thus time flies by on silent wing:
Thou, Lord, alone canst guide our course
And safe to heaven Thy people bring.
For all past gifts we render thanks;
For graces new we humbly pray.
Oh, grant that we and those we love
May ne'er from faith and duty stray.
O Lord, our daily wants supply;
Protect from sickness and disease;
And deign to give, O God of love
The blessings of unbroken peace.
Oh, blot out all our ancient sins
And give us strength to fall no more;
When fight is o'er and victory won,
Then crown us on the eternal shore.
For all the old year's sins we grieve;
Our hearts we consecrate to Thee.
Grant us, when all our years are sped,
Our heavenly father's face to see.