Poetry: This Coming Year

We need not walk alone this way untried,
For God, our faithful God, will be our guide.
He’ll take our hand in His, fear not," we’ll hear
And prove His matchless love, this coming year.

Perhaps the shout we’ll hear and joyful rise;
Perhaps on His blest face we’ll 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 portion blest
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.