Close Of The Year

ANOTHER year has rolled its ample round,

Its joys and sorrows all are in the past;

And shall the record of its deeds be found

In favor, or against us each, at last?

Thy coming, Lord, is hastening on apace;

The heavens will soon reveal thy lovely form;

Then we shall meet and see thee face to face,

And find sweet refuge from the fiery storm

0, help us so to live the coming year

That not one act or thought we shall regret,

And draw us nearer to thee, Father dear,

And help us thy commands to ne'er forget,

That when the Lord in glory shall appear,

Thy weary saints in readiness may be

To hail with joy the closing of that year

Which shall precede the year of jubilee.