Scripture Verse

They desired him to tarry longer time with them; he consented not, but bade them farewell, saying…I will return again unto you, if God will. Acts 18:20–21


Words: John Bar­nard (1681–1770). Pub­lished in A New Se­lect­ion of Se­ven Hun­dred Ev­an­ge­li­cal Hymns, ed­it­ed by John Do­bell (Mor­ris­town, New Jer­sey: Pe­ter A. John­son, 1810), num­ber 671.

Music: Ma­ry­ton H. Per­cy Smith, in Church Hymns with Tunes (Lon­don: 1874) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Bar­nard or Smith (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


O! Happy day, when saints shall meet
To part no more—the thought is sweet;
No more to feel the rending smart,
Oft felt below, when Christians part.

O happy place I still must say,
Where all but love is done away;
All cause of parting there is past;
Their social feast will ever last.

Such union here is sought in vain,
As there, in every heart, will reign;
There separations can’t compel
The saints to bid the sad farewell.

On earth, when friends together meet,
And find the passing moments sweet;
Time’s rapid motions soon compel,
With grief to say, Dear friends, farewell.

The shepherd feels the smarting shock,
Of parting from his weeping flock;
His feelings for them, none can tell,
When forced to say, My friends, farewell.

The happy season soon will come,
When saints shall meet in Hea­ven, their home;
Eternally with Christ to dwell,
Nor ever hear the sound, Farewell.