| Song | The Rolling Year Almighty Lord! |
| Content Description | “The Rolling Year Almighty Lord” is a reflective Christian hymn that honors God’s faithfulness and guidance through the changing seasons of life. The song encourages believers to trust in the Lord’s eternal care while looking ahead with hope and renewed faith. Its meaningful lyrics inspire gratitude, prayer, and spiritual reflection, making it especially suitable for New Year worship services and personal devotion. Centered on themes of trust, divine mercy, and God’s unchanging presence, “The Rolling Year Almighty Lord” offers comfort and encouragement to worshippers seeking strength and direction in every new season. |
| Album | New Year Christian Songs |
| Genre | Church Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | John Needham |
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| Tags | Worship Song, New Year Hymn, Christian Music, Gospel, Devotional, Church Worship |
| Theme(s) | God’s Faithfulness, Guidance, Hope, Reflection, Eternity, Trust |
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The Rolling Year, Almighty Lord!
Obeys Thy Powerful Nod:
Each Season As It Silent Moves
Declares The Present God.
The Varied Months Are Full Of Thee,
With Thy Rich Bounty Crowned:
The Circling Days, And Fleet Winged Hours
Thy Various Praise Resound.
Waked By Thy Voice, Out Steps The Spring
In Living Green New Dressed:
On Hills, In Vales, Thro’ Fields And Groves
Thy Beauties Stand Confessed.
Now Joy The Living Tribes Inspires;
The Birds Sweet Music Bring:
The Bleating Flocks The Concert Join,
And Rivers Seem To Sing.
The Sun Calls Forth The Summer Months,
Nor Do The Hours Delay:
The Fruits With Varied Colors Glow
Beneath His Ripening Ray.
’Tis Now, Almighty God! We See
The Forked Lightnings Fly:
Now ’Tis Thy Voice In Thunder Roars,
And Shakes The Lower Sky.
Thy Bounty, Lord, In Autumn Shines,
And Spreads A Common Feast:
He That Regards His Favorite, Man,
Will Not Neglect The Beast.
When Winter Rears Her Hoary Head,
And Shows Her Furrowed Brow,
In Storms And Tempests, Frosts And Snows,
How Awful, Lord, Art Thou!
The Rolling Year, Almighty Lord!
Obeys Thy Powerful Nod:
Each Season As It Silent Moves
Declares The Present God.
