All hail the glad and wel­come day
Which ends the hap­py year.
The sto­ry of the Sab­baths past
We meet with joy to hear.
In heav’nly man­sions by and by,
When breaks the gold­en morn,
In crowns of life the stars will shine,
Their beau­ty to adorn.

And here be­low, the re­cord shows
These bright and shin­ing seals;
Each star that clus­ters ’round the name,
The faith­ful life re­veals.
The pass­ing weeks have found us still
Where pre­cious truths are learned;
To Sun­day School and God’s house
Our wil­ling feet have turned.

The gold­en texts, of price­less worth,
Are hid­den in the heart;
And daily read­ings of the Word
Reveal the bet­ter part.
With grate­ful hearts we lift to God
Our songs of love and praise,
For pas­tor, teach­ers, les­sons, truths,
And joys that crown the days.