O Happy Day, When Saints Shall Meet

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.