1 O Lord, another day is flown,
And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before Thy throne,
To bless Thy fostering hand.

2 And wilt Thou bend a listening ear
To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt! for Thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.

3 And Jesus, Thou Thy smiles wilt deign
As we before Thee pray;
For Thou didst bless the infant train,
And we are less then they.

4 Thy heav’nly grace to each impart;
All evil far remove;
And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting love.

5 And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet,
And Thou wilt bless our way,
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of endless day.

6 Our souls, obedient to Thy sway,
In Christian bonds unite;
Let peace and love conclude the day,
And hail the morning light.

7 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely Thine,
A flock by Jesus led—
The sun of holiness shall shine
In glory on our head.