1 Great God, we sing that mighty hand by which supported still we stand; the opening year thy mercy shows; that mercy crowns it till it close. 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, still are we guarded by our God; by his incessant bounty fed, by his unerring counsel led. 3 With grateful hearts the past we own; the future, all to us unknown, we to thy guardian care commit, and peaceful leave before thy feet. 4 In scenes exalted or depressed, thou art our joy, and thou our rest; thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, adored through all our changing days. 5 When death shall interrupt these songs, and seal in silence mortal tongues, our helper God, in whom we trust, shall keep our souls and guard our dust.