699    10s     W. Gadsby
New Year. Ps. 65. 11; 103. 4

1 Lord, we adore thee, and would fain express
  Thy matchless goodness and our worthlessness;
  Ashamed of self, we prostrate at thy door,
  Confess our sin, and thy free grace implore.

2 Another year of our short life is gone,
  And many are the wonders we have known;
  Our path’s been strewed with blessings rich and rare,
  Proceeding from thy special love and care.

3 Sometimes in solemn silence we have sat,
  Then peevishly cried out, How hard’s our lot!
  Each trial we have viewed with fretful eye,
  And every mercy passed in silence by.

4 We’ve swelled our woes to an immense degree,
  And often said, None are so tried as we;
  God’s righteous ways our carnal hearts despise,
  And often say they’re neither just nor wise.

5 Yet sovereign favours we have oft enjoyed;
  To us the Holy Ghost has them applied;
  Through God’s free goodness, mercies, rich and rare,
  Have cheered our souls and vanquished every fear.

6 Christ, and him crucified, has been our song;
  His unctuous love has tuned our hearts and tongue;
  We’ve been abashed, our vileness have confessed,
  And felt that God in blessing has us blessed.