We need not walk alone this way
For God, our faithful God, will be our guide.
Hell take our hand in His, fear not," well hear
And prove His matchless love, this coming year.
Perhaps the shout well
hear and joyful rise;
Perhaps on His blest face well feast our eyes;
Changed to His image be, dried every tear;
Our bliss may be complete, this coming year!
But, taken Home or left, our
His blessed presence is, His peace and rest.
Let us then hasten on, our only fear
To grieve the Lord we love, this coming year.