Omits stanzas 6, 7, 9–11.
- With notes of joy and songs of praise,
To God we now draw near,
The Source and Author of our days,
Our Guide from year to year.
- We live and move and journey on,
And hasten on our way,
Through ending years, and years begun,
Advancing day by day.
- Through anguish sore, and sorrow, pain,
Through fearfulness and woe,
Through wars that shake the earth again,
We onward bravely go.
- As by a faithful mother’s care,
When days of trial come,
He guards His earthly children here,
And leads them safely home.
- And on our Heavenly Father’s breast,
And in His bosom laid,
His trembling sheep find welcome rest:
“‘Tis I, be not afraid!”
- We futher supplicate Thy will,
And voice of prayer employ:
‘Mid all our sorrows be Thou still
The Source of all our joy!
- The weary, burdened pilgrims bless,
The erring ones restore,
Thou Father of the fatherless,
Thou Helper of the poor!
- Heal Thou the sick, and help the sad,
Give thoughts of blessed peace;
The souls that are cast down make glad
With holy joyfulness!
- And more than all Thy gifts in worth
Be Thy good Spirit giv’n,
To beautify our souls on earth,
And guide us safe to heav’n!
- Whate’er we do, where’er we go,
Thou Life of life be near;
And more than all we ask, bestow,
And bless this glad New Year!