O God! to Thee our hearts would pay
Their gra­ti­tude sin­cere,
Whose love hath kept us, night and day,
Throughout an­oth­er year.

Of ev­ery breath, and ev­ery pow­er,
Thou wast the gra­cious source;
From Thee came ev­ery hap­py hour
Which smiled along its course.

And if some­times across our path
A cloud its sha­dows threw,
Thou didst not waft it there in wrath,
But lov­ing-kind­ness true.

For joy and grief alike we pay
Our thanks to Thee above;
And on­ly pray to grow each day
More wor­thy of Thy love.