Ascribe to the Lord the glory due His name. Psalm 29:2
Wisdom ascribe, and might and praise
To God, who lengthens out our days,
Who spares us yet another year
And makes us see His goodness here:
O may we all the time redeem,
And henceforth live and die to Him.
How often, when His arm was bared,
Hath He our sinful Israel spared!
Let me alone, His mercy cried,
And turned the vengeful stroke aside;
Indulged another kind reprieve,
And strangely suffered us to live.
Laid to the root with conscious awe,
But now the threatening axe we saw,
We saw when Jesus stepped between,
To part the punishment and sin,
He pleaded for the blood-bought race,
And God vouchsafed a longer space!
Still in the doubtful balance weighed
We trembled, while the remnant prayed:
The Father heard his Spirit groan,
And answered mild,
It is My son!
He let the prayer of faith prevail,
And mercy turned the hovering scale.
Merciful God, how shall we raise
Our hearts to yield Thee all Thy praise?
Our hearts shall beat for Thee alone:
Our lives shall make Thy goodness known;
Our souls and bodies shall be Thine,
A living sacrifice divine.
I, and my house, will serve the Lord,
Led by the Spirit and the Word;
We plight our faith, assembled here,
To serve our God the ensuing year;
And vow, when time shall be no more,
Through all eternity to adore.