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,
Words: David Barnard, (1681-1770)