1 Friends we meet you once again,
Here to sing our greeting song,
Mouths have rolled their course along,
Since our former greeting song;
And so swift has pass'd away,
That it seems but yesterday,
And so swift has pass'd away,
That it seems but yesterday.
2 Moments glide so silently,
Scarce we heed them as they fly,
And the weight of years is shed,
Gently on each bending head;
That we think life just begun,
When its course is almost run.
That we think life just begun,
When its course is almost run.
3 Thus by month, and week, and day,
Swiftly float the hours away;
Childhood, youth, then manhood, age,
Each, successive, fills life's page;
And when each its course is run,
Sinks from life like setting sun,
And when each its course is run,
Sinks from life like setting sun.
4 Thus as each successive year
You behold us gathered here;
Seasons in their ceaseless roll,
Bring us nearer to the goal;
Where all time to us shall be
Lost in an eternity.
Where all time to us shall be
Lost in an eternity.
Source: Joyful Songs: a choice collection of new Sunday School music #28