"Another Year" on page 1. A few days into the year, but still offers a challenging outlook. Anyone know who J.A.O.A. may be?

ANOTHER YEAR
Another year has passed away—
A year with goodness crowned;
With mercies laden every day
Our ransomed souls have found.
Well may we grateful bow to Him
Who gently leads us home,
And makes our cup run o’er the brim,
While through this scene we roam.

And now upon the threshold new
Of an unknown year we stand—
A path that’s hidden yet from view,
Across the desert sand.
But though we have not passed this way
At all, yet heretofore,
Our strength shall be as is our day,
Both now and evermore.

And may He teach us God’s own love
Who only knows its deeps,
And lead our hearts to live above,
While here our feet He keeps.
We’d seek to walk with Him alone,
Himself our Treasure rare,
Till rising for us from His throne,
We meet Him in the air.

Our years fly past, a tale soon told,
A vision—lost to view.
Like garments old, this world He’ll fold
And fashion it anew.
But He is evermore the same,
His years shall never fail,
And glory ever crowns His name,
Which shall for aye prevail.
J.A.O.A.