Blest Be th’Eternal Infinite!

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!

Our race are fall­ing ev­ery hour

While we dis­ting­uished yet ap­pear:

’Tis of Thy match­less love and pow­er.

That we are spared an­oth­er year.

Oh! for a sweet re­fresh­ing time;

Father! Thy child­ren wish Thee near:

Come

and our joys shall be sub­lime

While we be­gin an­oth­er year.

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.

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.

Strengthen our faith

in­crease our love

Fill us with god­ly

fi­li­al fear;

And to Thy wait­ing child­ren prove

Thy grace thro’ ev­ery fleet­ing year

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.

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.