1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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."
5 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."
6 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."
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11272
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11272||O Happy Day, When Saints Shall Meet||O! Happy day, when saints shall meet||MARYTON||John Barnard, 1681-1770||LM||<cite>A New Selection of Seven Hundred Evangelical Hymns</cite> by John Dobell (Morristown, NJ: Peter A. Johnson, 1810)|