Has the year brought sadness?
Joy is yet in store.
Has it given gladness?
Next year giveth more.
Let your Father measure
All your pain and care,
Let Him weight the burden
That your heart must bear,
Sending light or shadow
As He deems it best
For in His sure wisdom,
You can safely rest.
Peace for all the morrows,
Strength for all your days,
These shall be your portion
Through the New Year’s ways.
Annie Johnson Flint
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