A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU
The New Year lies spread out before thee,
A page all unwritten and white,
And Father Time is seated before it
His pen in hand, ready to write.
Are you anxiously scanning his countenance
To see whether pleasure or pain,
Is filling his mind while preparing
His task to resume once again?
Do you think of the years that are finished,
All written with sorrow and blood,
All blotted with tears and heart anguish,
Which have deluged the earth like a flood?
O tremble not, dear, but remember,
There’s One above, guiding Time’s pen,
Who possesses Omnipotent wisdom,
Over-ruling the kingdoms of men.
But though He the firmament buildeth,
And worlds circle round at His will,
Not a sparrow can fall but He knoweth,
Art thou not much more valuable still?
For the hairs of thy head He hath numbered
He knoweth all things that you need,
He loved thee, and gave Himself for thee,
He shall withhold nothing indeed.
Underneath are His arms everlasting,
Upholding and working thy good,
While enthroned and the universe ruling,
Daily thinks of thy clothing and food.
On the hand that Time’s pen gently guideth,
The print of the nail thou canst see,
And thy name on the palm is engraven,
Can it write aught but blessing for thee?
Then tremble not, dear, for the morrow;
Let peace fill thy heart and not fear;
Rest assured that whate’er His love planneth
Shall for thee, be a Happy New Year!