They desired him to tarry longer time with them; he consented not, but bade them farewell, saying… Acts 18:20–21
I will return again unto you, if God will.
Words: John Barnard (1681–1770). Published in A New Selection of Seven Hundred Evangelical Hymns, edited by John Dobell (Morristown, New Jersey: Peter A. Johnson, 1810), number 671.
If you know where to get a good picture of Barnard or Smith (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
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,