Thou who roll’st the year around,
Crowned with mer­cies large and free,
Rich Thy gifts to us abound;
Warm our thanks shall rise to Thee.

Kindly to our wor­ship bow
While our grate­ful prais­es swell,
That, sus­tained by Thee, we now
Bid the part­ing year fare­well.

All its num­bered days are sped,
All its bu­sy scenes are o’er,
All its joys for­ev­er fled,
All its sor­rows felt no more.

Mingled with th’eter­nal past,
Its re­mem­brance shall de­cay,
Yet to be re­vived at last
At the sol­emn judg­ment day.

All our fol­lies, Lord, for­give;
Cleanse each heart and make us Thine;.
Let Thy grace with­in us live,
As our fu­ture suns de­cline.

Then, when life’s last eve shall come,
Happy spir­its let us fly
To our ev­er­last­ing home,
To our Fa­ther’s house on high.