Break, Newborn Year

Break

new­born year

on glad eyes break

Melodious voic­es move;

On

roll­ing time; thou canst not make

The Fath­er cease to love.

The part­ed year had wing­èd feet;

The Sav­ior still doth stay;

The new year comes; but Spir­it sweet

Thou go­est not away.

Our hearts in tears may oft run o’er;

But Lord

Thy smile still beams;

Our sins are swell­ing ev­er­more

But par­don­ing grace still streams.

Lord

from this year more serv­ice win

More glo­ry

more de­light:

O make its hours less sad with sin

Its days with Thee more bright.

Then we may bless its pre­cious things

If earth­ly cheer should come

Or glad­some mount on an­gel wings

If Thou wouldst take us home.

O gold­en then the hours must be;

The year must needs be sweet;

Yes

Lord

with hap­py me­lo­dy

Thine op­en­ing grace we greet.