His Unfailing Presence
Another year I enter Its history unknown; Oh, how my feet would tremble To tread its paths alone! But I have heard a whisper, I know I shall be blest; “My presence shall go with thee, And I will give thee rest.” What will the New Year bring me? I may not, must not know; Will it be love and rapture, Or loneliness and woe? Hush! Hush! I hear His whisper; I surely shall be blest; “My presence shall go with thee, And I will give thee rest.”
