As the old year dieth soon,
Take Thou my harp
And prove if any string
Be out of tune
Or flat or sharp
Correct Thou, Lord, for me
What seemeth harsh to Thee.
That heart and life may sing
The New Year long,
The perfect song!
Ogbomoso, Nigeria
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