Sin has un­done our wretch­ed race,
But Je­sus has re­stored
And brought the sin­ner face to face
With his for­giv­ing Lord.

This we re­peat from year to year,
And press up­on our youth;
Lord, give them an at­tent­ive ear,
Lord, save them by Thy truth.

Blessings upon the ris­ing race!
Make this a hap­py hour,
According to Thy rich­est grace,
And Thine al­migh­ty pow­er.

We feel for your un­hap­py state,
(May you re­gard it too)
And would awhile our­selves for­get,
To pour out pray­er for you.

We see, though you per­ceive it not,
Th’ap­proach­ing, aw­ful doom;
O trem­ble at the so­lemn thought,
And flee the wrath to come!

Dear Sav­ior, let this new-born year
Spread an al­arm abroad;
And cry, in ev­ery care­less ear,
Prepare to meet thy God!