New Year's hymn

Standing at the portal of the op'ning year,

Words of comfort, meet us, hushing ev'ry fear;

Spoken through the silence by our Father's voice,

Tender, strong, and faithful, making us rejoice.

I, the Lord, am with thee, be thou not afraid;

I will help and strengthen, be thou not dismayed;

Yea, I will uphold thee with My own right hand;

Thou art called and chosen in My sight to stand.

For the year before us, O what rich supplies!

For the poor and needy living streams shall rise;

For the sad and sinful shall His grace abound;

For the faint and feeble perfect strength be found.

He will never fail us, He will not forsake;

His eternal cov'nant He will never break.

Resting on His promise, what have we to fear?

God is all-sufficient for the coming year.