Latter Day Saints' Messenger and Advocate/Volume 3/Number 4/A New Year's Song

A NEW YEARS' SONG.

BY P. P. PRATT.

This morning in silence I ponder and mourn,

O'er the scenes that have passed no more to return,

How vast are the labors, the troubles and fears,

Of eight hundred millions, who've toil'd through the year.

How many ten thousands were slain by their foes,

While widows and orphans have mourned o'er their woes,

While pestilence, famine and earthquakes appear,

And signs in the heavens, throughout the past year.

How many been murder'd and plunder'd and robb'd,

How many oppressed and driven by mobs,

How oft have the heaven's bedewed with their tears

The earth, o'er the scenes they beheld the past year.

But the day-star has dawn'd o'er the land of the bless'd.

The first beams of morning, the morning of rest;

When cleans'd from pollution, the earth shall appear

As the garden of Eden, and peace crown the year.

Then welcome the new year, I hail with delight,

The season approaching with time's rapid flight;

while each fleeting moment brings near and more near,

The day, long expected, the great thousand years.

I praise and adore the eternal I Am;

Hosanna, hosanna to God and the Lamb,

Who order the seasons that glide o'er the spheres.

And crown with such blessings, each happy new year.