“Happy New Year!” ring the words
So glibly from our lips.
“Have a good day!”— “Have a good year!”
Do we mean those quips?
I suppose that in our minds
We wish the brother well,
Hoping that in peace and safety
He this year may dwell.
And yet as each new year unfolds
The end draws ever near;
The day when Christ comes on the clouds
In judgment to appear.
Yes, that will be a happy year,
‘Twill be a happy day
When earth-bound sinners leave this land
To live with Christ always!
So, until then, greet brethren true
And wish them happiness—
The happiness of saints of God
Who wait for Him to bless.
With happiness we even walk
Through pain and grief and woe.
Our happiness is based on this:
God walks with us, we know.
Then with our hands enfolded
Within the hand of God
We walk the way of holiness—
The path our Saviour trod.
We flee the evil motive,
The sinful act and word;
We pray, we thank, we praise, we sing
To glorify our Lord.