For a New-Year's Day

Verse 1

Eternal Source of every joy, Well may Thy praise our lips employ, While in Thy temple we appear, Whose goodness crowns the circling year.

Verse 2

Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise; Still be the cheerful homage paid With opening light and evening shade.

Verse 3

Here in Thy house shall incense rise, And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes. Still will we make Thy mercies known Around Thy board, and round our own.

Verse 4

O may our more harmonious tongue In worlds unknown pursue the song. And in those brighter courts adore, Where days and years revolve no more! AMEN.