The end of the year couldn't come soon enough for me this year. It has been a very difficult year for many reasons. Among those are the obvious reasons of the current economic uncertainty that affects almost everyone right now in one way or another, and the difficult and sad situation with my cats that began with the death of one of my cats a little more than 5 months ago. Also among those reasons are other things about which I have written almost nothing in this blog.
I can hardly wait to celebrate the new year, seeing in it hope that the year to come will be brighter, and seeing in it an opportunity to put part of the difficulty of the past year behind me.
Tomorrow is the last Sunday of the liturgical year. Next Sunday marks the beginning of a new liturgical year with the first Sunday of Advent. That gives me an earlier chance to put this year in the past, and to begin to look to the future.
The following hymn is a prayer at year's end, remembering also life's approaching end and God's grace for each year that passes. It was written by Anglican Bishop William W. How, who also wrote the hymns "For All the Saints" and "We Give Thee But Thine Own," among others. Titled The Year Is Swiftly Waning (See the Cyberhymnal), I thought it could be appropriate for the end of the liturgical year as well as for the end of the calendar year, and even for the gratitude of next week's Thanksgiving Day:
The year is swiftly waning,
The summer days are past;
And life, brief life, is speeding;
The end is nearing fast.
The ever changing seasons
In silence come and go;
But Thou, eternal Father,
No time or change canst know.
O, pour Thy grace upon us,
That we may worthier be,
Each year that passes o’er us,
To dwell in heaven with Thee.
Behold the bending orchards
With bounteous fruit are crowned;
Lord, in our hearts more richly
Let heavenly fruits abound.
O, by each mercy sent us,
And by each grief and pain,
By blessings like the sunshine,
And sorrows like the rain.
Our barren hearts make fruitful
With every goodly grace,
That we Thy Name may hallow,
And see at last Thy face.