1 Blest be th’Eternal Infinite!
Whose skill conducts this rolling sphere,
Who rules our day, who guards our night,
And guides the swift, revolving year!

2 Our race are falling every hour,
While we distinguished yet appear:
’Tis of Thy matchless love and power.
That we are spared another year.

3 Oh! for a sweet refreshing time;
Father! Thy children wish Thee near:
Come, and our joys shall be sublime,
While we begin another year.

4 Now may Thy Spirit’s love reveal,
And make our heav’nly prospects clear;
Our interest in them may we feel,
While we pass on from year to year.

5 May that good Spirit be our guide,
During our stay as pilgrims here;
Nor let us from our God backslide,
As we have done the former year.

6 Strengthen our faith, increase our love,
Fill us with godly, filial fear;
And to Thy waiting children prove
Thy grace thro’ every fleeting year,

7 This truth impress on every soul,
That vast eternity is near—
That time’s swift moments onward roll,
To bring the last…the closing year.

8 When nature in a blaze shall die,
Or death conclude our being here,
Then to our Jesus may we fly,
To spend a never-ending year.