O, year that is going, take with you
All the evil that dwells in our hearts;
Let selfishness, doubt,
With the old year go out--
With joy we would see them depart.
O, year that is going, take with you
Impatience and willfulness--pride;
The sharp word that slips
From those two hasty lips
We would cast, with the old year aside.
O, year that is coming, bring with you
Some virtue of which we have need;
More patience to bear
And more kindness to share
And more love that is true love indeed.
