1 As on a hill-top gained at last,
By many a step, we stand today,
To look behind us on the past,
Before us on o’er our future way.

2 A year of Sabbaths come and gone,
Months bright with mercies meet our gaze;
Thy hand, O God, hath led us on,
Thy goodness claims our song of praise.

3 Within Thy house can we forget
Our Father’s love, so rich and free?
Can we forget the mighty debt,
Our Savior, that we owe to Thee ?

4 Oh may the year that now begins,
Behold us choose the heavenward way,
Redeem the time, forsake our sins,
And follow Thee, Lord, day by day.

5 Today to each the choice is giv’n,
How long it may be, who can tell—
On this side lies the bliss of Heav’n,
On that the awful gloom of hell.

6 Jesus, Thy pleading look we see,
Thy wounded hands, Thy thorn-wreathed brow—
Help us to yield our hearts to Thee—
To yield them all, and yield them now.