God of our lives, Thy constant care

Verse 1

The God of life, Whose constant care with blessings crowns each opening year, My scanty span doth still prolong, And wakes anew mine annnual song.

Verse 2

Thy children, panting to be gone, May bid the tide of time roll on, To land them on that happy shore Where years and death are known no more.

Verse 3

No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place; No groans, to mingle with the songs Resounding from immortal tongues:

Verse 4

No more alarms from ghostly foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon.

Verse 5

O long-expected year! begin; Dawn on this world of woe and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God.