1. God of the changing year, whose arm of power -
In safety leads through danger’s darkest hour, -
Here in Thy temple bow Thy children down, -
To bless Thy mercy and Thy might to own.
2. Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way, -
And pour around the gladdening light of day; -
Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shine -
To cheer its hours of darkness; all are Thine.
3. If round our path the thorns of sorrow grow, -
And mortal friends are faithless, Thou wast true; -
Did sickness shake the frame, or anguish tear -
The wounded spirit, Thou was present there.
4. O lend Thine ear, and lift our voice to Thee; -
Where’er we dwell, still let Thy mercy be; -
From year to year still nearer to Thy shrine -
Draw our frail hearts, and make them wholly Thine.
A Voice In The Wilderness - Canada
www.avoiceinthewilderness.org
www.avitw.ca
