New Year. Ps. 65. 11; Hab. 3. 2
W. Gadsby 148th
1
Great God, to thee we come,
And solemnly confess,
Our hearts are prone to roam
From paths of righteousness;
We view the year already past,
And see great cause to be abashed.
2
Thy sovereign love and care
Thus far have brought us on,
’Midst sins, and woes, and fear,
Thy goodness is made known.
That grace must needs be rich and free,
Which saves such worthless worms as we.
3
We now begin the year,
Dependent on thy grace;
May we possess thy fear,
And often see thy face;
Lord, make us daily live by faith,
Triumphant over sin and death.
4
[Revive thy work within,
And make us watch and pray;
Subdue each hateful sin,
And guide us in thy way;
In Jesus may we live and rest,
And sweetly lean upon his breast.]
