1 Our Father in heaven, thy promise we claim,
To meet with a few who have met in thy name;
We thank thee to-day for this Sabbath of rest,
Divine is its mission, divinely 'tis blest.

2 We praise thee, our Maker, our God, and our King,
Extolling thy goodness we joyfully sing;
For thou hast preserved us, and guarded our way,
From hour unto hour, and from day unto day.

3 O send us thy Spirit, and teach us thy word,
Nor let thy sweet blessings from us be deferred;
O help us, our Father, thy will to discern,
And ever to practice the truths that we learn.