With mingling hope and trust and fear
I bid thee welcome, untried year;
The paths before me pause to view;
Which shall I shun and which pursue?
I read my fate with serious eye;
I see dear hopes and treasures fly,
Behold thee on thy opening wing
Now grief, now joy, now sorrow bring.
God grant me grace my course to run
With one blest prayer - His will be done.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
This is a poem by Elizabeth Payson Prentiss which I found in the book Golden Hours: Heart Hymns of the Christian Faith. It was written at the start of 1843, when Elizabeth was 22 years old. I thought it was fitting for today: