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.