Are there no years in Heav’n?
No change of day and night?
No roll­ing sea­sons’ var­ied hues
To mark time’s on­ward flight?

No: Time it­self must fade,
And New Years’ Days shall cease,
When all God’s child­ren meet on high,
To hail the Prince of Peace.

His realm is end­less rest,
And per­fect ho­li­ness!
No cares shall cloud, no sor­row dim
That home of love­li­ness.

In His great name we raise
Our New Year’s song to Hea­ven;
To praise our Fa­ther’s bound­less love,
And ask to be for­giv­en.

Savior, be Thou our trust,
Our dai­ly, hour­ly friend;
Unite our hearts in love to Thee—
The love which knows no end.

So may our lives on earth
Made hap­py by Thy grace,
Be fore­tastes of a fair­er home—
A hea­ven­ly dwell­ing place.