Now, gra­cious Lord, Thine arm re­veal,
And make Thy glo­ry known;
Now let us all Thy pre­sence feel,
And soft­en hearts of stone!

Help us to ven­ture near Thy throne,
And plead a Sav­ior’s name;
For all that we can call our own,
Is va­ni­ty and shame.

From all the guilt of for­mer sin
May mer­cy set us free;
And let the year we now be­gin,
Begin and end with Thee.

Send down Thy Spi­rit from above
That saints may love Thee more;
And sin­ners now may learn to love
Who ne­ver loved before.

And when be­fore Thee we ap­pear
In our eter­nal home;
May grow­ing num­bers wor­ship here,
And praise Thee in our room.