LYRIC
| Song | God Of My Life Thy Constant Care |
| Album | New Year Christian Songs |
| Genre | Church Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Philip Doddridge |
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| Tags | God Of My Life Thy Constant Care |
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God Of My Life, Thy Constant Care,
With Blessings Crowns Each Opening Year;
This Guilty Life Thou Dost Prolong,
And Wake Anew Mine Annual Song.
How Many Precious Souls Are Fled
To The Vast Regions Of The Dead,
Since From This Day The Changing Sun
Through His Last Yearly Period Run.
We Yet Survive; But Who Can Say,
Or Through The Year, Or Month Or Day,
I Will Retain This Vital Breath;
Thus Far At Least In League With Death.
That Breath Is Thine, Eternal God,
’This Thine To Fix My Soul’s Abode;
It Holds Its Life From Thee Alone,
On Earth, Or In The World Unknown.
To Thee Our Spirits We Resign,
Make Them And Own Them Still As Thine;
So Shall They Smile, Secure From Fear,
Though Death Should Blast The Rising Year.
Thy Children Eager To Be Gone,
Bid Time’s Impetuous Tide Roll On,
And Land Them On That Blooming Shore,
Where Years And Death Are Known No More.
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