O the joy while thus we meet,
Learning here at Je­sus’ feet
Words of truth that point the way
To realms of day!
Precious words of worth un­told,
Ever new but ne­ver old,
May we read them o’er and o’er,
And love them more.

Words that tell of Him who came
In His Fa­ther’s bless­èd name;
And the an­gels at His birth
Sang Peace on earth;
Words that tell His love to men,
How He died and rose again,
To pro­vide a man­sion fair
That we might share.

Words that kind­ly say to all,
While their tones like mu­sic fall,
Come to Je­sus while you may;
He calls to­day;
If our heart we op­en wide,
He will then with us abide;
We may dwell with Him above,
Where all is love.