Father of mer­cies! God of love!
Whose kind com­pas­sion still we prove,
Our praise ac­cept, and bless us here,
As brought to this—an­oth­er year.

We sing Thy good­ness all di­vine,
Whose ra­di­ant beams around us shine,
’Tis through Thy good­ness we ap­pear
Preserved to this—an­oth­er year.

Our souls, our all we here re­sign;
Make us, and keep us ev­er Thine;
And grant that in Thy love and fear
We may be­gin—an­oth­er year.

Be this our sweet ex­per­ience still,
To know and do Thy ho­ly will;
Then shall our souls, with joy sincere,
Bless Thee for this—an­oth­er year.

Still, Lord, through life Thy love dis­play,
And then in death’s ap­proach­ing day,
We’ll joy­ful part with all that’s here,
Nor wish on earth—an­oth­er year.