O Lord, again we gather
Unto Thy precious name,
Around Thy holy Person,
Thy promise sweet to claim.
Thy love, O Lord, hath drawn us,
The feast Thy hand hath spread;
And peace to us Thou speakest,
Thou Firstborn from the dead.

We think how Thou didst suffer
And die upon the tree,
Our souls from death to ransom,
And from the curse to free.
And by Thy blood we enter
Where Thou dost now appear,
Within the veil most holy,
Made fit to draw so near.

O Lord, soon Thou art coming
To take us home to Thee,
Out of this scene of sorrow
Forevermore to be.
We long for Thine appearing,
To meet Thee in the air,
Thou who didst die to win us-
Oh, joy beyond compare!

H. A. J.