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SUNDAY AT HOME.

A HYMN FOR THE NEW YEAR

O Goid, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast And our eternal home.

Under the shadow of Thy throne. Still may we dwell secure ; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure.

Before the hills in order stood. Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same.

A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.

The busy tribe of flesh and blood With all their cares and fears. Are carried downward by the flood, And lost in following years.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.

O God, our help in ages past, Our hope in years to come. Be thou our guide while life shall last, And our perpetual home.

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SUNDAY AT HOME., Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 45, 5 January 1907

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SUNDAY AT HOME. Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 45, 5 January 1907

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