1 We have met in peace together,
In this house of God again;
Constant friends have led us hither,
Here to chant the solemn strain;
Here to breathe our adoration,
Here the Saviour's praise to sing;
Lord, accept of our oblation,
And the tribute now we bring.
2 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 him whose smile is brightest,
And whose grace will calm our fears.
3 He will aid us, should existence,
With its sorrows sting the breast;
Gleaming in the onward distance,
Faith will mark the land of rest;
There, 'midst day-beams round him playing
We our Father's face shall see;
And shall hear him gently saying,
"Little children come to me."
Source: Kind Words: a new collection of hymns and tunes for sunday schools and the social circle #33b
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