With thank­ful hearts, we meet, O Lord,
To sing Thy praise, to hear Thy Word,
To seek Thy face in ear­nest pray­er,
And cast on Thee each earth­ly care.

Great Shep­herd of Thy chos­en flock,
Thy peo­ple’s shield, their shel­ter­ing rock,
Again we meet to hear Thy voice,
Again be­fore Thee we re­joice.

O may the Spir­it, by the Word,
Refresh our hearts in Thee, O Lord,
All wea­ried of the things be­low,
No rest but Thine we fain would know.

Thy pre­sence in our midst we seek;
Confirm the strong, sus­tain the weak;
Weary and faint to Thee we come,
To crave some fore­taste of our home.

We long with all the blood washed throng,
To join the uni­ver­sal song;
When Heav’n and earth with pros­trate knee,
Shall both bow down and wor­ship Thee.