We have met in peace together,
In this house of God again:
Constant friends have led us hither,
Here to chaunt the solemn strain:
Here to breathe our adoration,
While the balmy breeze of spring,
Like the Spirit of Salvation,
Comes with gladness on its wing!

And, while nature glows with beauty,
While the fields are rich in flowers,
Shall our hearts neglect their duty,
Shall our souls abuse their powers?
Shall not all our hopes ascending,
Point us to a home above,
Where, in glory never ending,
H E who made us smiles in love?

There no autumn-tempests gather:
There no friends lament the dead
And on fields that never wither,
Fadeless rays of light are shed:
There with bright immortal roses,
Angels wreath their harps of gold,
And each ransom'd soul reposes
'Midst a scene of bliss untold.

We have met, and time is flying,
We shall part — and still his wing,
Sweeping o'er the dead and dying,
Will the changeful seasons bring;
Let us, while our hearts are lightest,
In our fresh and early years,
Turn to H IM whose smile is brightest,
And whose grace will calm our fears.

H E will aid us, though existence
With its sorrows sting the breast;
Gleaming in the onward distance,
Faith will make the Land of Rest;
There, 'mid day beams round him playing,
We our F AITHER'S face shall see,
And shall hear H IM gently saying,
" Little children, come to me."