O Lord, another day is flown,
And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before Thy throne,
To bless Thy fostering hand.

And wilt Thou bend a listening ear
To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt! for Thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.

And Je­sus, Thou Thy smiles wilt deign
As we before Thee pray;
For Thou didst bless the infant train,
And we are less then they.

Thy heav’nly grace to each impart;
All evil far remove;
And shed abroad in every heart
Thine ev­er­last­ing love.

And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet,
And Thou wilt bless our way,
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of endless day.

Our souls, obedient to Thy sway,
In Chris­tian bonds unite;
Let peace and love conclude the day,
And hail the morning light.

Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely Thine,
A flock by Je­sus led—
The sun of holiness shall shine
In glo­ry on our head.