The year Thou enrichest with mercy,
With mercies poured forth in a flood,
And all of the crowns that Thou givest
Shine bright with exuberant good.

Thy truth is forever resplendent,
And gildeth the clouds with its light.
O may it still take of Thy glory,
Exalting Thy good in our sight.

Thy love has been true to its story,
Has spoken again and again
Of treasure enduring and boundless
Beyond the conceiving of men,-

The treasure acquired through the sorrow,
The bitterness, pain and the blood
Of the Holy One, bowing in judgment
Under our sins' awful load!

Thy goodness! O give us the faith
To believe Thou never wouldst cease,
In the tempest of sorrow and pain,
To command the storm into peace!

Thy goodness has given the bitter
To make Thine own love the more sweet:
For joys of the earth that Thou takest,
Thou hast joys unalloyed at Thy feet.

O then, at Thy feet may we gather,
Our eyes on Thy face far above,
And, glad in the peace of Thy giving,
Rest here in the word of Thy love.

We would thank Thee with joy for the hope
Which taketh the veil from our eyes,
And holds to the day of Thy coming,
To be e'er with Thee in the skies.

O grant that our hope may be burning,
Its light shining forth from our way,
And Thine eye perceive our aspiring,
Press eagerly on to that day. E. R.