FOR THE NEW YEAR

1915

The wheel of time has brought us
A day’s march nearer home;
Sweetest joys are mixed with grief,
We’re often weak and lone.

Some can look back with comfort
On heavenly time they had;
Some found the waters bitter,
And they are vexed and sad.

At mansions, high and splendid,
At cottage, plain and low,
The hand of grief is knocking,
How many find it so.

Dear Lord, our souls are longing,
Through Christ, our Lord, we plead,
That thou woulds’t be our helper
In this our time of need.

A thousand hearts are broken,
And thousands more doth mourn;
Is this for us a token,
Will Jesus soon return?

Lord help us to be ready,
Our lamps both bright and clear;
And watching for the Master,
He may be very near.

M. McMaster 1st January 1915