Poet: F. R. Havergal
Is the work difficult?
Jesus directs thee.
Is the path dangerous?
Jesus protects thee.
Fear not and falter not;
Let the word cheer thee:
All through the coming year
He will be near thee.
Inspirational Poems for The New Year
Poet: Elizabeth Crannell
Lord, through the coming year I make no plea
For wealth or power; neither that of grief
I have no portion; but where'er I be,
Grant me Thy peace!
I ask not that my days shall pleasure know:
Nor that from sorrow I shall find relief;
In hours of joy, in hours of pain or woe,
Grant me Thy peace!
If storm-clouds lower, if the sky be gray
And lightnings rift the air; if stormy seas
Threaten to me engulf, dear Lord, I pray,
Grant me Thy peace!
If those I trust deny me, or betray,
Till sorrow's chalice holds but bitter lees;
If hopes, long cherished, fail me by the way,
Grant me Thy peace!
If joy bids fair to be my welcome guest
Lest I forget oh, leave me not alone;
But let my happy heart have added zest;
Grant me Thy peace!
That peace which passeth understanding, give.
A peace which deadens pain when hope hath flown
In joy, in grief, whether I die or live,
Grant me Thy peace!
New Year Prayers
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
May God be with us
in the coming year
May He bless family and friends
who are dear.
We give him thanks and praise
for our life blessings
And look forward to a
New Year with Him guiding.
We pray for wisdom,
we pray for peace,
We pray that war
and hatred would cease.
New Years Blessings
Poet: Unknown
Over the threshold a gallant new-comer
Steppeth with tread that is royal to see;
White as the winter-time, rosy as summer,
Hope in his eyes, and his laugh ringeth free.
Lo! in his hands there are gifts overflowing,
Promises, prophecies, come in his train;
O'er him the dawn in its beauty is glowing,
Flee from his presence the shadows of pain.
Welcome, then, New Year, with stainless white pages,
Though we may blot them ere long with our tears;
So it has been through the long passing ages,
Worn with the footprints of close crowding years.
Welcome, sweet year! may the full-handed hours
Find us like servants who wait for their Lord;
Using with earnest devotion our powers,
Looking for him, and obeying his word.
New Year Quotes
Poet: Nathaniel Parker Willis
Fleetly hath passed the year; the seasons came
Duly as they were wont — the gentle spring,
And the delicious summer, and the cool,
Rich autumn, with the nodding of the grain,
And winter, like an old and hoary man,
Frosty and stiff — and so are chronicled.
We have read gladness in the new green leaf,
And in the first-blown violets; we have drunk
Cool water from the rock, and in the shade
Sunk to the noontide slumber; we have lucked
The mellow fruitage of the bending tree,
And girded to our pleasant wanderings
When the cool winds came freshly from the hills;
And when the tinting of the autumn leaves
Had faded from its glory, we have sat
By the good fires of winter, and rejoiced
Over the fulness of the gathered sheaf.
"God hath been very good." 'Tis he whose hand
Molded the sunny hills and hollowed out
The shelter of the valleys, and doth keep
The fountains in their secret places cool;
And it is he who leadeth up the sun,
And ordereth the starry influences,
And tempereth the keenness of the frost;
And, therefore, in the plenty of the feast,
And in the lifting of the cup, let him
Have praises for the well-completed year.
Christian Poems For The New Year
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
We thank thee, Lord Jesus
for coming to earth
We will always
celebrate your birth.
A new year is beginning,
we look forward to
Help us each day
to be more like you.
Guide us and direct us
to do your will
We listen for your voice
as we are still.
Christian Poems
Poet: John White Chadwick
That this shall be a better year
Than any passed away,
I dare not at its open door
To wish or hope or pray.
Not that the years already gone
Were wearisome and lone;
That so with hope too long deferred
My heart has timid grown.
Nay, rather that they all have been
So sweet to me and good.
That if for better I should ask
'Twould seem ingratitude.
And so with things far off and strange
I do not care to cope,
But look in Memory's face and learn
What largess I may hope:
Another year of happy work,
Which better is than play;
Of simple cares, and love that grows
More sweet from day to day.
Another year of baby mirth,
And childhood's blessed ways,
Of thinker's thought, and prophet's dream,
And poet's tender lays.
Another year at Beauty's feast,
At every moment spread.
Of silent hours when grow distinct
The voices of the dead.
Another year to follow hard
Where better souls have trod;
Another year of life's delight,
Another year of God.
