Scripture Verse

Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You. Psalm 39:7


Words: Au­thor un­known, in the Meaux Bre­vi­a­ry, 1713 (Lap­sus est an­nus: re­dit an­nus al­ter). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by Fran­cis Pott (1832–1909) and the com­pil­ers of Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern.

Music: Tal­lis’ Or­di­nal Tho­mas Tal­lis, cir­ca 1567 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Thomas Tallis


The year is gone, beyond recall,
With all its hopes and fears,
With all its bright and gladdening smiles,
With all its mourners’ tears.

Thy thankful people praise Thee, Lord,
For countless gifts received;
And pray for grace to keep the faith
Which saints of old believed.

To Thee we come, O gracious Lord,
The newborn year to bless;
Defend our land from pestilence,
Give peace and plenteousness.

Forgive this nation’s many sins,
The growth of vice restrain;
And help us all with sin to strive,
And crowns of life to gain.

From evil deeds that stain the past
We now desire to flee;
And pray that future years may all
Be spent, good Lord, for Thee.

O Father, let Thy watchful eye
Still look on us in love,
That we may praise Thee, year by year,
With angel hosts above.

All glory to the Father be,
All glory to the Son,
All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee,
While endless ages run.