Classic Poem

Fear , facing the new year,
Saith — " What shall it bring? "
And is dumb,
Dreading the hidden ways.

Faith , looking upward, saith,
" Good is in everything;
Let it come.
God ordereth the days. "

T HIS is our new year's bliss —
He is mine, and I am His,
All the ways, all the days
Lead us home.
Let us pray, let us praise.