Sweet the time, ex­ceed­ing sweet,
When the saints to­ge­ther meet,
When the Sav­ior is the theme,
When they joy to sing of Him.

Sing we then eter­nal love,
Such as did the Fa­ther move:
He be­held the world un­done,
Loved the world, and gave His Son.

Sing the Son’s am­az­ing love;
How He left the realms above,
Took our na­ture and our place,
Lived and died to save our race.

Sing we, too, the Spir­it’s love;
With our stub­born hearts He strove,
Filled our minds with grief and fear,
Brought the pre­cious Sav­ior near.

Sweet the place, ex­ceed­ing sweet,
Where the saints in glo­ry meet:
Where the Sav­ior’s still the theme,
Where they see and sing of Him.