1 From year to year in love we meet;
From year to year in peace we part;
The tongues of children uttering sweet
The thrilling joy of every heart.
2 But time rolls on; and, year by year,
We change, grow up, or pass away;
Not twice the same assembly here
Have hailed the children's festal day.
3 Death, ere another year, may strike
Some in our number marked to fall:
Be, young and old, prepared alike;
The warning is to each, to all.
4 Oft broke, our failing ranks renew;
Send teachers, children, in our place,
More humble, docile, faithful, true,
More like thy Son, from race to race.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #853