Air―Flowers of the Forest.
MY God, to adore Thee, I now bow before Thee!
To praise for the past, for the future to pray;
Remove Thou my blindness to see Thy sweet kindness,
Thy grace through the year that has now fled away.
All helpless and needful; Thou aye hast been heedful
To furnish my wants, both by night and by day;
In danger defending, and over me bending
In love through the year that has now fled away.
Thou e’er hast been near me in sorrow to cheer me,
In darkness my light and in trouble my stay;
Accept, through wry Saviour, my thanks for Thy favour
To me through the year that has now fled away.
My sinfulness owning, and over it groaning,
My burden of guilt on Thy Son Thou didst by;
While sins of omission have met with remission
All through the past year that has now fled away.
In mercy still guide me, in danger still hide me;
Thou’rt with me, Lord Jesus, on earth while I stay;
To me be Thou nearer, and sweeter, and dearer
Than in all the years that have now fled away.
On Thee still relying, while evil, descrying,
I put on Thy panoply, fear no dismay,
For strong in the Lord, with His Word far my sword,
I’ll stand through the year that’s now fleeing away.
I wait the glad morning when, in her adorning,
The Bride of the Lamb with Himself He’ll display,
In righteousness shining, all beauty combining,
And reigning in glory till years flee away.