God of our life! Thy va­ri­ous praise
Let mor­tal voic­es sound;
Thy hand re­volves our fleet­ing days,
And brings the sea­sons round.

To Thee shall an­nu­al in­cense rise,
Our Fa­ther and our friend;
While an­nu­al mer­cies from the skies
In ge­ni­al streams des­cend.

In ev­ery scene of life, Thy care,
In ev­ery age, we see;
And con­stant as Thy fa­vors are,
So let our prais­es be.

Still may Thy love, in ev­ery scene,
To ev­ery age ap­pear;
And let the same com­pas­sion deign
To bless the op­en­ing year.

O keep this fool­ish heart of mine
From an­xious pass­ions free,
Teach me each com­fort to re­sign,
And trust my all to Thee.

If mer­cy smile, let mer­cy bring
My wan­der­ing soul to God;
And in af­flict­ion I shall sing,
If Thou wilt bless the rod.