The midnight hour rolls by and ushers in
Another year of hope, of good unseen;
Wrapped in the mantle of a starlit night,
Clear, pure, and keen it dawns upon our sight,
The silent promise of a fuller light
Than yet has been.
Another year has slid into the past
With all its weight of woe and pleasure, cast
Back into shadow by the dawning beam;
And things that once seemed real now but seem
The lifeless fancies of a fading dream
That do not last.
Another year looms large before our gaze;
A year of unwrought good and wondrous days
Waiting fulfillment from the unseen store
Of heavenly harmonies, which hourly pour
Their wealth of love into each open door
Of prayer and praise.
O Truth, that waits a more discerning eye,
Dawn clearer on our sight as time goes by;
Grant us a fuller consciousness of peace
And perfect love; and may we wholly cease
From worldly wrangling—may our joys increase
Eternally!
