LYRIC
| Song | The Rolling Year Almighty Lord! |
| Album | New Year Christian Songs |
| Genre | Church Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | John Needham |
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| Tags | The Rolling Year Almighty Lord! |
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The Rolling Year, Almighty Lord!
Obeys Thy Powerful Nod:
Each Season As It Silent Moves
Declares The Present God.
The Varied Months Are Full Of Thee,
With Thy Rich Bounty Crowned:
The Circling Days, And Fleet Winged Hours
Thy Various Praise Resound.
Waked By Thy Voice, Out Steps The Spring
In Living Green New Dressed:
On Hills, In Vales, Thro’ Fields And Groves
Thy Beauties Stand Confessed.
Now Joy The Living Tribes Inspires;
The Birds Sweet Music Bring:
The Bleating Flocks The Concert Join,
And Rivers Seem To Sing.
The Sun Calls Forth The Summer Months,
Nor Do The Hours Delay:
The Fruits With Varied Colors Glow
Beneath His Ripening Ray.
’Tis Now, Almighty God! We See
The Forked Lightnings Fly:
Now ’Tis Thy Voice In Thunder Roars,
And Shakes The Lower Sky.
Thy Bounty, Lord, In Autumn Shines,
And Spreads A Common Feast:
He That Regards His Favorite, Man,
Will Not Neglect The Beast.
When Winter Rears Her Hoary Head,
And Shows Her Furrowed Brow,
In Storms And Tempests, Frosts And Snows,
How Awful, Lord, Art Thou!
The Rolling Year, Almighty Lord!
Obeys Thy Powerful Nod:
Each Season As It Silent Moves
Declares The Present God.
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