I awoke on the New Year’s morning,
I And the same old sun still shone;
And the same old river was flowing past,
In the course it so long had gone ;
And the same old sky was spreading
Its banners of blue above ;
And the same deaf friends were round me,
With the same old faithful love.
The troubles of life are changeful,
The frost and the biting snow;
And the clouds that darken the waking earth
Our sorrows-they come and go:
But the sun of the Father’s favour,
The river of Grace Divine,
And the changeless heaven beyond the gloom,
Are ever and always mine.
We greet a new year, but, brother,
With the old, old helps we go ;
And the God of the year that has passed away
Is the God that we still may know.
New path ! but the same tried Leader
No change in our faithful Guide,
New mountain heights and new peaks to climb,
But the old Friend at our side.
New foes, and perhaps new battles;
But the armour still the same :
And the two-edged sword and the old broad shield,
And the great all-conquering Name.
Has the sun shone bright above us ?
The river been full and free?
The Leader true, and the battle won ?
Thus still shall it ever be.
- William Luff