A year untried before me lies, What it shall bring of strange surprise, Or joy, or grief, I cannot tell; But God my Father knoweth well. I make it no concern of mine, But leave it all with Love Divine.
Be sickness mine, or rugged health, Come penury to me, or wealth; Though lonesome I must pass along, Or loving friends my way may throng; Upon my Father’s word I rest, Whatever shall be will be best.
No ill can come but He can cure, His Word doth all of good insure: He’ll see me through the journey’s length For daily need give daily strength. ‘Tis thus I fortify my heart, And thus do fear and dread depart.
The sun may shed no light by day, Nor stars at night illume my way; My soul shall still know no affright, Since God is all my life and light. Though all the earthly lamps grow dim, He walks in light who walks with Him.
O Year untried! — thou hast for me Naught but my Father’s eye can see; Nor canst thou bring me loss or gain, Or health or sickness, ease or pain, But welcome messenger shall prove From Him whose name to me is Love!In Hope and Confidence, Pastor Dave