In God’s most ho­ly pre­sence
We meet with one ac­cord,
To grasp the hand of friend­ship
And learn of Christ, our Lord.
We leave the week be­hind us,
With all its toil and strain,
With grate­ful hearts to wel­come
The Sab­bath once again.

Our wor­ship will be fruit­less
And all our pray­ers in vain,
If, hold­ing this day sac­red,
We make the week pro­fane.
In ev­ery dai­ly du­ty,
High pur­pose we must show,
And as we hope for Hea­ven,
Make earth a heav’n below.

If we but love Thee truly,
Our love is not con­fined
To Thee, but grows ex­pans­ive,
Em­brac­ing all man­kind.
Help us in mu­tu­al service
For all, abroad, at home,
To share the con­quer­ing tra­vail
That makes Thy king­dom come.