When our loved ones we greet,
In the homes where we meet,
And a fore­taste of Hea­ven en­joy,
Then the good­byes of earth
Put an end to our mirth,
And our circle of loved ones de­stroy.

Refrain

But when earth’s good­byes are all spok­en,
And we’re ga­thered around the white throne,
Our cir­cle will then be un­brok­en,
For there no good­byes are known.

Like the last rays of light,
All our joy takes its flight,
When with good­byes our loved ones re­move;
But how cheer­ing that day
In the near far away,
When the ran­somed will all meet above.

Refrain

To the friend­less on earth
Give some joy in their dearth,
Bid them share in the plea­sures of home,
Till they’ve trea­sures on high,
Where we’ll meet by and by,
In that last­ing re­un­ion to come.

Refrain