O Lord, Another Day Is Flown

O Lord

ano­ther day is flown

And we

a lone­ly band

Are met once more be­fore Thy throne

To bless Thy fos­ter­ing hand.

And wilt Thou bend a list­en­ing ear

To prais­es low as ours?

Thou wilt! for Thou dost love to hear

The song which meek­ness pours.

And Je­sus

Thou Thy smiles wilt deign

As we be­fore Thee pray;

For Thou didst bless the in­fant train

And we are less then they.

Thy heav’n­ly grace to each impart;

All ev­il far re­move;

And shed abroad in ev­ery heart

Thine ev­er­last­ing love.

And Thou wilt turn our wan­der­ing feet

And Thou wilt bless our way

Till worlds shall fade

and faith shall greet

The dawn of end­less day.

Our souls

obe­di­ent to Thy sway

In Christ­ian bonds unite;

Let peace and love con­clude the day

And hail the morn­ing light.

Thus chast­ened

cleansed

en­tire­ly Thine

A flock by Je­sus led—

The sun of ho­li­ness shall shine

In glo­ry on our head.