New Year Sermon Illustrations

New Year Sermon Illustrations

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Thou Remainest

Thou remainest. Jesus, Master,
Thou art evermore the same:
Yesterday, today, forever,
Changeless as Thy peerless Name.

Thou remainest. Changing seasons,
Speak to us of fleeting days:
Faithful Thou to endless ages,
Worthy, too, of ceaseless praise.

Thou remainest. Earthly treasures,
Lose their charm and fade away:
Thine are riches everlasting,
Blessings which shall ne'er decay.

Thou remainest. Though the warfare
Fiercely rages, hotter grows,
Thou wilt hide in Thy pavilion,
From the rage of bitter foes.

Thou remainest. Deepening shadows
Of sin's ever darkening night,
Wait to usher in the dawning
Of the morn, eternal, bright.

Thou remainest. Ceaseless Lover,
Ever gracious, wise and true;
Make us holy, keep us faithful,
Living here Thy will to do.—A. Gardner.


I know not what awaits me
As dawns another year;
The path untrod I cannot see,
Yet knows my heart no fear!
I know not whether long or short
My pilgrimage may be!
I'll daily praise my God in song
For all His love for me.
With joy I greet the year—
It cannot bring me ill
Since Christ my Lord is ever near,
My soul with peace to fill. Amen!—Sister Tillie Albright.


The New Year

Upon the threshold of the year we stand,
Holding Thy hand;
The year holds mysteries and vague surprise
To meet our eyes;
What will its passing moments bring,
To weep, or sing?

We fear to take one step without Thy care
And presence there;
But all is clear to Thine all-seeing gaze,
Counting the days
From dawn of time, till ages cease to be—
Eternity!

Upon the threshold of the year we stand,
Holding Thy hand;
Thou wilt walk step by step along the way
With us each day;
So whether joy or woe shall come this year,
We shall not fear!—Homers Homer-Dixon.


The Old Year and the New

"Into the silent places
The Old Year goes tonight,
Bearing old pain, old sadness,
Old care and old delight.
Mistakes, and fears and failures,
The things that could not last,
But naught that e'er was truly ours
Goes with him to the past.

"Out of the silent places,
The young year comes tonight,
Bringing new pain, new sadness,
New care and new delight;
Go forth to meet him bravely,
The New Year all untried,
The things the old year left behind us—
Faith, Hope, and Love abide."—Annie Johnson Flint.


He came to my desk with quivering lip,
The lesson was done.
"Have you a new leaf for me, dear Teacher?
I have spoiled this one!"
I took his leaf, all soiled and blotted
And gave him a new one, all unspotted,
Then into his tired heart I smiled:
"Do better now, my Child!"

I went to the throne, with trembling heart.
The year was done.
"Have you a new year for me, dear Master?
I have spoiled this one!"
He took my year, all soiled and blotted
And gave me a new one, all unspotted,
Then, into my tired heart he smiled:
"Do better now, my Child!"—Selected.


The Year Before Us

Standing at the portal
Of the opening year,
Words of comfort meet us,
Hushing every fear:
I, the Lord, am with thee,
Be thou not afraid!
I will keep and strengthen,
Be thou not dismayed!
Resting on His promise,
What have we to fear?
God is all-sufficient
For the coming year.—Frances Ridley Havergal.

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