2 Our teachers true, we turn to you,
As guides beloved and kind;
In youth and age, on memory's page,
Our thanks shall stand enshrined.
And when 'mid life's gay scenes we stray,
Where duties call, where passions play,
Your counsels wise shall ever rise

Like guards around the mind.

3 Our Pastor kind, we're e'er inclined
To hear your gladsome voice;
And fondly cling to truths you bring;
They make our hearts rejoice.

And when these youthful days are past,
To riper joys and scenes we'll haste;
We'll gather where the good appear,
And make their ways our choice.

Saying, "The New Year's come!"
We meet with prayers and praises,
Upon this New Year's day;
"A bright New Year-a happy year,
To one and all," we say.

2 O, let this be a happy year,-
Happy at home, abroad;
Obedient, gentle, kind to all,
As children of our God;

Loving thy neighbor as thyself;

To friends and playmates dear;

Serving the Lord with heart and soul,-
Walking in holy fear.

3 God sends his sun,-He sends his showers,He sends his heavenly grace;

O, seek the Lord,-He may be found,-
O, humbly seek his face.

Give Him your heart, now in your youth;
Come to Him, while you may;

Resolve at once to serve the Lord,-
Begin this New Year's Day.