Thou Who Roll’st the Year Around

Thou who roll’st the year around

Crowned with mer­cies large and free

Rich Thy gifts to us abound;

Warm our thanks shall rise to Thee.

Kindly to our wor­ship bow

While our grate­ful prais­es swell

That

sus­tained by Thee

we now

Bid the part­ing year fare­well.

All its num­bered days are sped

All its bu­sy scenes are o’er

All its joys for­ev­er fled

All its sor­rows felt no more.

Mingled with th’eter­nal past

Its re­mem­brance shall de­cay

Yet to be re­vived at last

At the sol­emn judg­ment day.

All our fol­lies

Lord

for­give;

Cleanse each heart and make us Thine;.

Let Thy grace with­in us live

As our fu­ture suns de­cline.

Then

when life’s last eve shall come

Happy spir­its let us fly

To our ev­er­last­ing home

To our Fa­ther’s house on high.