Be uplifted and encouraged by these Christian poems for the new year. With the year ending and a new one beginning, there is no better way than to reflect on God and all his mercies, blessings, and love for us.
New mercies, new blessings, new light on the way;
New courage, new hope, and new strength for each day;
New wine in the chalice, new altars to raise;
New fruits for thy Master, new garments of praise;
New gifts from His treasures, new smiles from His face;
New streams from the fountain of infinite grace;
New stars for thy crown, and new tokens of love;
New gleams of the glory that waits thee above;
New light of His countenance, full and unpriced, —
All this be the joy of thy new year in Christ!
With outstretched hand and eager heart,
I shall meet the New Year like a messenger of God
Come to bring me good news.
I shall not be afraid as if he were come to spy upon my actions;
I shall not question him as if I doubted his veracity;
I shall not distrust him as if he bore a poisoned chalice,
For then were he to me no messenger of God.
The years have all been good,
But this year shall be the best of all because
The very latest word from Him who loves me.
For the year that has passed, Lord we thank you.
For the coming year, Lord we thank you.
For the people you have put in our path, Lord we thank you
For the blessings you have generously given us, Lord we thank you.
Let us being your shining light in this new year.
Let us always see and help with the needs of others this new year.
Let us share what we have this new year.
And, let us praise and worship you in freedom this new year.
How the stroke of twelve at night makes one stop and think!
It is a little more impressive than any other hour of the day or night.
Yet more impressive is the passing of a year.
It is the last day of the Old Year.
The clock ticks loud as if by the swinging of the pendulum of fate.
One waits as for a signal to launch his boat upon an unknown sea — a New Year.
He knows not what storm or tide may catch his craft nor whither it may be driven.
Yet he may not wait, the hour strikes, he must embark.
Ah, then he needs a God, bigger than the storms and winds and rocks,
a God that lives and stays and speaks.
In solemn measured tones the midnight bells
Ring: out the closing of another year,
The while with gratitude our bosom swells
As on its closing page we drop a tear.
Its folded diary we'll lay aside,
Nor pause the moistened pages to interview;
If failures in its columns are inscribed,
A spotless one is offered in the new.
If any past event we would recall,
Forbid that failure interpose a pain;
His tender love so gracious unto all
Will count the failures past a future gain.
And while upon the threshold of the new
We linger at His lovely feet to pray,
Depending on his guardian love so true
To keep the new year's pages clean each day.
We would not fail to hymn a grateful song
For blessings past that marked the old year through:
Have not the closed pages one by one
Been sprinkled oft with Horeb's precious dew?
And on those moistened leaves we can retrace
The needed strength in sorest trials given;
In memory 'twill hold a sacred place
When we review the record up in heaven.
Methinks if yonder record we might see,
Our weepings should become one grateful song;
For we would find inscribed indelibly
The victories our tears and prayers have won;
For there in golden letters are enrolled
The precious jewels added to His crown —
The straying ones we sheltered from the cold
Or gathered 'neath the noonday's beaming sun.
The new year offers us a wider range
In which our faith may exercise a claim,
And from the millions lost 'twould not be strange
If many precious souls should be our gain.
For this we'll labor on from early morn,
And in the shade of each approaching night
We'll pray that from the seeds our hands have strewn
Some fallen, helpless souls may see the light.
Afar beyond the ocean's rolling waves
A multitude awaits the joyful sound,
And Calvary's atonement freely saves
Wherever the lost and dying may be found.
In all the world, from Greenland's icy strand
To every isle and clime beyond the sea,
All creatures who repent at His command
Are bound in cords of love and unity.
We trust that ere the midnight bells so true
Shall ring the closing of another year
Our gathered sheaves may number not a few,
Though they be sprinkled over with many a tear.
If missing tithes today were quickly brought,
Each laborer would surely be supplied,
And far and near His jewels would be sought;
For lack of means not one would be denied.
And in that coming year's immortal dawn —
That grand new year whose bells will never toll —
We'll find the triumphs that our labor won
Will number many a precious ransomed soul.
What matter for the painful toiling here?
What matter for the weepings all the way,
If we but gain that other blessed new year,
Where sighings cease and tears are wiped away?