Great God, we sing your might-y hand
By which sup-port-ed still we stand;
The o-pening year Your mer-cy shows,
That mer-cy crowns it 'til its close.
By day, by night, at home, a-broad,
Still are we guard-ed by our God,
By His in-ces-sant boun-ty fed,
By His in-er-rant coun-sel led.
In scenes ex-alt-ed or de-pressed,
You are our joy, and You our rest;
Your good-ness all our hopes shall raise,
A-dored through all our chang-ing days.
When death shall in-ter-rupt our songs
And seal in si-lence mor-tal tongues,
In fair-er realms, O God shall we
Your prais-es sing e-ter-nal-ly.