HYMN XLIX. A New-Year's Hymn

Now his the ever-rolling Year Complete his annual Circuit run. Hark! hark! the welcome Messenger; Come, kneel! before your Saviour's Throne O joyful Hour! O glorious Day! That cheers our Eyes With heavenly Ray.

Now shall my chearful Steps attend The Worship of his holy Place; My Soul with glad Devotion bend Low in the Temple of his Grace. Majestic Place! There Glories shine, There Mercy beams With Light divine.

Zion, that happy, happy Place, Once more shall cheer my longing Eyes; Zion with heavenly Favours grac'd, Her God descending from the Skies, With Gifts divine, To bless the Throng, Warbling to Heaven The lofty Song.

Bright Center of united Praise To pious Tribes of heavenly Line, Where Numbers pour from ev'ry Place, Their Souls inspir'd with Zeal divine, Ever to serve, And still adore Their Saviour God, As heretofore.

Fair Zion! honour'd of the Sky To spread the Gospel Light around: There David's Son, enthron'd on high. Sits with eternal Glory crown'd; To rule his Saints And wield the Sway, Long as the Sun Commands the Day.

Heavenly Salem! royal Nurse To thy young Converts seated round; While these are chear'd with heavenly Grace, May Peace indulge the happy Ground, And every Bliss Enjoy'd below, May all thy Friends And Lovers know.

Sweet Peace, with all thy heavenly Train, Within thy Walls for ever dwell; In every sacred Court of thine Her copious Hand with Plenty fill, Till all around Rich Bounty pours, As constant as The circling Hours.

O sacred Salem! greatly blest, Seat of the high eternal King! May heavenly Peace, thy constant Guest, To all thy Courts her Favours bring; And still to thee May Blessings flow; Nor End nor Change Nor Measure know.