What joyous acclamations,
The Father’s children know,
When gathered round the mercy seat,
In communion here below,
The One, who for our pardon died,
Gives us a thousand gifts beside
His loving care to show.
Tis in that care that e’er He guides,
His chosen ones to meet,
To share in His rich blessings,
And worship at His feet
Brothers and sisters gather round,
Jehovah’s praises loud resound,
When Jesus’ people greet.
And yet how great the sorrow,
What rending to our hearts,
When earthly business rises,
And friends must bear to part,
The Father does so for a time,
That to Him alone our loves resign,
His grace He will impart.
The dearest times of friendships,
The closest earth tryst,
The nearest of communions,
None can compare to Christ.
Our joys must rest on Him alone,
Our hearts must stay before the throne,
However much enticed.
Oh how we praise the Father,
The He should gives us friends,
Another sweet reflection,
Of Love that never ends
So e’er rending tis bittersweet
As faith reminds, again we’ll meet
So on Christ alone depend.