71. NEW YEAR'S DAY, 1859.Hail to the day I am allow'd to see,Though helpless on the bed of sickness laid,—Another year's return! All undismay'd,I've daily thought, to me it might not be.It has not been to millions now set free,And this year millions more, to death betray'd,Will reach their doom. For them I've earnest pray'd,"Lord, give them faith in thy salvation free!"Three quarter-centuries of years my ownWill end their flight this day in winter's cold:Praise to my God for joys and hopes not flown!Hasten, O Lord, the year by thee foretold,When thou wilt all the fallen nations raise,And earth shall be one temple to thy praise!
71. NEW YEAR'S DAY, 1859.
Hail to the day I am allow'd to see,Though helpless on the bed of sickness laid,—Another year's return! All undismay'd,I've daily thought, to me it might not be.It has not been to millions now set free,And this year millions more, to death betray'd,Will reach their doom. For them I've earnest pray'd,"Lord, give them faith in thy salvation free!"Three quarter-centuries of years my ownWill end their flight this day in winter's cold:Praise to my God for joys and hopes not flown!Hasten, O Lord, the year by thee foretold,When thou wilt all the fallen nations raise,And earth shall be one temple to thy praise!
Hail to the day I am allow'd to see,
Though helpless on the bed of sickness laid,—
Another year's return! All undismay'd,
I've daily thought, to me it might not be.
It has not been to millions now set free,
And this year millions more, to death betray'd,
Will reach their doom. For them I've earnest pray'd,
"Lord, give them faith in thy salvation free!"
Three quarter-centuries of years my own
Will end their flight this day in winter's cold:
Praise to my God for joys and hopes not flown!
Hasten, O Lord, the year by thee foretold,
When thou wilt all the fallen nations raise,
And earth shall be one temple to thy praise!