The year we have now passed through,
His goodness with mercies has crowned;
Each morning his mercies are new,
Then let our thanksgivings abound.

Encompassed with dangers and snares,
Temptations, and fears, and complaints;
His ear he inclined to our prayers,
His hand opened wide to our wants.

We never besought him in vain,
When burdened with sorrow or sin.
He helped us again and again,
Or where, before now, had we been?

For so many mercies received,
Alas! What returns have we made?
His Spirit we often have grieved,
And evil for good have repaid.

How well it becomes us to cry,
“Oh, who is a God like to thee?
Who passeth iniquities by,
And plungeth them deep in the sea!”

“Assist us, we pray, to lament
The sins of the year that is passed.
And grant that the next may be spent
Far more to thy praise than the last.”

—John Newton, Olney Hymns