Dawn of the New Year

The new year dawns, a veil beclouds the way, We long for just a flicker or a ray Of beaming light to show what may befall, Then speaks the heart, be still, He rules o’er all. He rules. He leads, He plans the road before Will there be happiness or trials sore, Will there be ease or pain, sickness or health, Poverty staring or abundant wealth? As on the threshold of the year we stand, Blessed submission to all the things He’s planned, Whatever happens, whate’er does befall, Contentment...