FOR THE NEW YEAR

1920

A year is gone since peace was signed,
For this we all were glad,
But memories linger round our mind
That makes our poor hearts sad.

The empty seat in many homes
The voice much loved is still,
But after all it must have been
The loving Master’s will.

Thy will, O! Lord, whate’er that be,
It must be always best;
And though Thy plan we may not see,
We lean on Thy dear breast.

Thy soothing touch how much we need,
What lilies droop their heads;
And lonely hearts lie all around
Who need the living bread.

This is the balm for every wound,
The cure for every pain;
Here broken hearts are helped and healed,
Made glorious again.

Oh help us, Lord, to trust in Thee,
Oh keep us ever near;
Do take our hand and lead us on
To meet the coming year.

M. McMaster, 3rd January 1920