Closing Conference

Verse 1

Jesus, accept the praise That to thy name belongs, Master of all our praise, Subject of all our songs; Through thee we now together came, And part exulting in thy name.

Verse 2

In flesh we part awhile, But still in spirit join'd, T'embrace the happy toil, Thou hast to each assign'd; And, while we do thy blessed will, We bear our heav'n about us still.

Verse 3

O let us thus go on In all thy pleasant ways, And, arm'd with patience, run With joy th' appointed race! Keep us, and every seeking soul, Till all attain the heav'nly goal.

Verse 4

There we shall meet again, When all our toils are o'er, And death, and grief, and pain, And parting are no more. We shall with all our brethren rise, And grasp thee in the flaming skies.

Verse 5

O happy, happy day, That calls thy exiles home! The heav'ns shall pass away; The earth receive its doom; Earth we shall view and heav'n destroy'd, And shout above the fiery void!

Verse 6

Then let us wait the sound That shall our souls release, And labour to be found Of him in spotless peace; In perfect holiness renew'd, Adorn'd with Christ, and meet for God.