What know I of the coming year,
Or what it will bring to me?
Whether its close will find me here,
Or in eternity.
What found I in the rear that’s past
To make My heart forget
That this perhaps may be my last
Although in childhood yet?
For little ones, still less than I,
Their short-lived course have run,
Who never, never thought to die
When first the year begun.
But I am left, while they are gone:
O, shall we meet again,
And, on the resurrection morn,
Eternal joys obtain?
We shall, if in the Christ of God
Accepted, we are seen;
We shall, if cleansed by Jesus’ blood,
Which makes the vilest clean.
ML 01/03/1943