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 reigns, He lives, loves and rules o’er all.