The happy meeting.

OH, 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.

Oh, 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.

Such union here is sought in vain, As there in ev'ry heart will reign; There separation can't compel The saints to bid the sad farewell.

On earth, when friends together meet, And find the passing moments sweet; Times rapid motions soon compel, With grief to say—dear friends, farewell.

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.