Again we meet in glad­ness,
And raise the tune­ful song;
Nor shade of care or sad­ness
Broods o’er our hap­py throng.
Within Thy house we ga­ther
On this sweet day of rest,
And pray Thee, O our Fa­ther,
In bless­ing make us blest.

For mer­cies all so ten­der,
For good­ness ev­er free,
We now devout­ly ren­der
Our prais­es, Lord, to Thee;
For truth so bright­ly beam­ing—
For Christ, the sin­ner’s friend,
Whose love, a world re­deem­ing,
Shall ne­ver, ne­ver end.

For Ho­ly Spi­rit, seek­ing
Our way­ward hearts to win,
For voice with­in us speak­ing
When led to doubt or sin—
For bliss we may in­her­it
When this brief life is o’er,
Thee, Fa­ther, Son, and Spi­rit,
We grate­ful­ly adore.

In each un­known to­mor­row
Mark out for us the way;
And lead, through joy or sor­row,
To realms of end­less day.
With loved ones gone be­fore us,
There may we join to raise
The hal­le­lu­jah cho­rus
Of ne­ver end­ing praise.