1 Another year hath fled; re­new
Lord, with our days Thy love!
Our days are ev­il here and few;
We look to live above:
We will not grieve, though day by day
We pass from earth­ly joys away;
Our joy abides in Thee.

2 Yet, when our sins we call to mind,
We can­not fail to grieve;
But Thou art pi­ti­ful and kind,
And wilt our pray­er receive:
O Jesu, ev­er­more the same,
Our hope we rest up­on Thy name;
Our hope abides in Thee.

3 For all the fu­ture, Lord, pre­pare
Our souls with strength di­vine;
Help us to cast on Thee our care,
And on Thy ser­vants shine:
Life with­out Thee is dark and drear;
Death is not death if Thou art near;
Our life abides in Thee.