God of the years that lie behind us,

Lord of the yers that stretch before,

Weaver of all the ties that bind us,

Keeper and King of the open door.

Grant us hope and a courage glowing

White and pure as the stars above.

Grant us faith in a full stream flowing

Down from the heights of Thy changeless love.

Out of the ruins of doubt and sorrow,

Out of the ashes of pain and tears,

Help us to fashion a new tomorrow,

Free from the anguish of blighting fears.

Build with us, lest our great walls crumble,

Broken stone upon useless clay.

Walk with us, lest our slow feet stumble,

Grope, and falter, and lose the way.

all through the seasons of sowing and reaping,

all through the harvest of song and tears,

Hold us close in Thy tender keeping,

O Maker of all New Years!