Dear Lord, as this New Year is born I give it to Thy hand, Content to walk by faith what paths I cannot understand.
Whatever coming days may bring Of bitter loss, or gain, Or every crown of happiness; Should sorrow come, or pain,
Or, Lord, if all unknown to me Thine angel hovers near To bear me to that farther shore Before another year,
It matters not—my hand in Thine, Thy light upon my face, Thy boundless strength when I am weak, Thy love and saving grace!
I only ask, loose not my hand, Grip fast my soul, and be My guiding light upon the path Till, blind no more, I see!