THE NEW YEAR

See, another year is gone;
Quickly have the seasons passed;
This we enter now upon
Will to many prove their last.
Mercy hitherto has spared,
But have mercies been improved?
Let us ask, Am 1 prepared,
Should I be this year removed?

Some we now no longer see,
Who their mortal race have run;
Seemed as fair for life as we,
When the former year begun.
Some, but God who only knows,
Who are here assembled now,
Ere the present year shall close
To the stroke of death must bow.

Life a field of battle is,
Thousands fall within our view.
And the next death-bolt that flies
May be sent to me or you.
While we read, and while we hear,
May we each in earnest think,
Vast eternity is near,
I am standing on the brink.

If from guilt and sin set free,
By the knowledge of God’s grace,
Welcome, then, the call will be
To depart and see His face.
To the saints while here below
With new years, new mercies come;
But the happiest year they know
Is the last, which leads them home.

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