In the year that hath passed o’er us,
Many suffered woe and pain;
Time can ne’er the brave restore us,
Far in distant India slain.
Praying, praising,
Saints have joined the martyr-train.
But another year is dawning,
We are spared its light to see;
May each blessing, may each warning,
Draw us nearer, Lord, to Thee—
Like Thy martyrs
Faithful unto death to be!
May Thy Word, salvation bringing,
Shine where darkness now appears;
Plenteous be the harvest springing,
That was sown in blood and tears;—
Light from darkness,
Joy from sorrow, hope from fears!
Blessed hope now set before us,
Satan’s slaves shall burst their thrall,
All the nations join the chorus
To the Lord who died for all;—
Ransomed millions
At the Saviour’s feet shall fall!