Memoir and remains of the Rev. James D. Burns ... By the late Rev. James Hamilton [i.e. J. D. Burns] |
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HYMN FOR A NEW YEAR. |
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HYMN FOR A NEW YEAR.
“Thou shalt remember all the way which the Lord thy God led thee.”—
Deut. viii. 2.
As on a hill-top gained at last,
By many a step, we stand to-day,
To look behind us on the past,
Before us on o'er our future way.
By many a step, we stand to-day,
To look behind us on the past,
Before us on o'er our future way.
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A year of Sabbaths come and gone,
Months bright with mercies meet our gaze;
Thy hand, O God, hath led us on,
Thy goodness claims our song of praise.
Months bright with mercies meet our gaze;
Thy hand, O God, hath led us on,
Thy goodness claims our song of praise.
Within Thy house can we forget
Our Father's love, so rich and free?
Can we forget the mighty debt,
Our Saviour, that we owe to Thee?
Our Father's love, so rich and free?
Can we forget the mighty debt,
Our Saviour, that we owe to Thee?
Oh may the year that now begins,
Behold us choose the heavenward way,
Redeem the time, forsake our sins,
And follow Thee, Lord, day by day.
Behold us choose the heavenward way,
Redeem the time, forsake our sins,
And follow Thee, Lord, day by day.
To-day to each the choice is given,
How long it may be, who can tell,—
On this side lies the bliss of heaven,
On that the awful gloom of hell.
How long it may be, who can tell,—
On this side lies the bliss of heaven,
On that the awful gloom of hell.
Jesus, Thy pleading look we see,
Thy wounded hands, Thy thorn-wreathed brow—
Help us to yield our hearts to Thee,—
To yield them all, and yield them now.
Thy wounded hands, Thy thorn-wreathed brow—
Help us to yield our hearts to Thee,—
To yield them all, and yield them now.
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