Standing at the portal

Of the op’ning year

Words of comfort meet us

Hushing every fear

Spoken through the silence

By Our Father’s voice

Tender, strong, and faithful

Making us rejoice.

I, the Lord, am with thee

Be thou not afraid!

I will help and strengthen

Be thou not dismayed!

Yea, I will uphold thee

With My own right hand

Thou art called and chosen

In My sight to stand.

For the year before us

O what rich supplies!

For the poor and needy

Living streams shall rise

For the sad and sinful

Shall His grace abound

For the faint and feeble

Perfect strength be found.

He will never fail us,

He will not forsake;

His eternal cov’nant

He will never break!

Resting on His promise,

What have we to fear?

God is all-sufficient

For the coming year.