God built and launched this year for you;
Upon the bridge you stand;
It's your ship, aye, your own ship
And you are in command.
Just what the twelve months' trip will do
Rest wholly, solely, friend with you!

Your log book, kept from day to day
My friend what will it show?
Have you on your appointed way
Made progress...yes or no?
The log will tell, like guiding star,
The sort of Captain that you are.

Contrary winds of oft beset,
Mountainous seas may press,
Fierce storms prevail and false light lure,
You even may know real stress.
Yet, does God's hand hold fast the helm,
There's naught can e'er your ship o'erwhelm.

For weal or woe, this year is yours;
For ship on life's sea;
Your acts, as captain, must decide
Whichever is shall be;
So now, in starting on your trip,
Ask God To help you sail your ship.
~Alfred Lord Tennyson~

Here we bring new water
From the well so clear,
For to worship God with,
This happy New Year.

Sing levy-dew, sing levy-dew,
The water and the wine;
The seven bright gold wires
And the bugles they do shine.

Sing reign of Fair Maid,
With gold upon her toe
Open you the West Door,
And turn the Old Year go:

Sing reign of Fair Maid,
With gold upon her chin
Open up the East Door,
And let the New Year in.
~Anonymous~

 

 

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January 1, 2013