1 Thus far we're spared again to meet
Before Jehovah's mercy-seat;
To seek his face, to sing and pray,
And hail another Sabbath-day.

2 Now met to praise his holy name,
Whose mercies flow each day the same,
Whose kind compassions never cease,
We seek instruction, pardon, peace.

3 Let every tongue its silence break,
Let every one his goodness speak,
Who deigns his glory to display
On each returning Sabbath-day.