God of the year that silent rolls,
Hastening until its course is done;
To Thee the homage of our souls,
Rises as incense to Thy throne.
For only Thy Almighty arm,
Has borne us through the troubles past,
And only Thy Almighty power
Can satisfy our souls at last.
Thy love hast lead our joyous day,
Thy grace illumined our sorrow’s night ;
Thy Hand hath marked for us a way
To walk by faith, and not by sight.
Thy hand hath held our souls in life,
Our souls have felt Thy chastening rod,
Thy love hath led us day by day
Fast anchored in the grace of God.
Still lead us on thou God of life,
Our Guide, our Strength, our Refuge be.
Still conquer for us in the strife,
Still bid us cast our care on Thee,
Our changing times are in Thy Hand,
Our passing moments, days and years;
Upheld by Thee we safe shall stand,
Secure in sorrows, storms, and fears.
In Thee we dwell, and move and live ;
Beneath Thy shade we flee and hide.
Into Thy hands our all we give,
And trust in Thee, our God and Guide.
Thou fillest our troubled hearts with peace ;
Thou quellest all tormenting fear;
Thou leadest where trials and sorrows cease,
Thou bringest the glad eternal year.
The Origin of the Organic World – Part One