Again the Rounded Year

Again the round­ed year has brought

Its bloom and har­vest glo­ry

And ev­ery smil­ing Sab­bath taught

To us the Gos­pel sto­ry.

Again our voic­es join in song

And bring their glad thanks­giv­ing

To Thee

to whom all years be­long

To Thee

the Ev­er-Liv­ing.

We meet with glad­ness on each lip

And kind­ly warmth of greet­ing

And

in Thy bound­less fel­low­ship

Each heart to heart is beat­ing.

And for this day

and for this hour

We bring our glad thanks­giv­ing

To Thee

the ev­er gra­cious Pow­er

To Thee

the Ev­er-Liv­ing.

How oft has light­ed ev­ery brow

To see Thy love up­spring­ing!

And some who joined our songs

are now

Amid the an­gels sing­ing.

But friends be­low and friends ab­ove

Unite in glad thanks­giv­ing

To Thee

whom all the child­ren love

To Thee

the Ev­er-Liv­ing.

Thy pow­er in pray­er we oft have felt

Thy sym­pa­thy most ten­der

And seemed to see

as we have knelt

Thy face in veil­èd splen­dor.

For all these joys of para­dise

We bring our glad thanks­giv­ing

To Thee

who ev­ery good sup­plies

To Thee

the Ev­er-Liv­ing.

So may we join from year to year

Thy good­ness ever sing­ing

And

af­ter faith­ful serv­ice

hear

The bells of glo­ry ring­ing.

Then

safe with Thee

again we’ll raise

Our voic­es in thanks­giv­ing

To Thee

in more ex­alt­ed praise

To Thee

the Ev­er-Liv­ing.