James Lucas Follow

Thou gracious God, whose mercy lends
The light of home, the smile of friends
Our gathered flock, thine arms enfold
As in the peaceful days of old

Wilt thou not hear us while we raise
In sweet accord of solemn praise
The voices that have mingled long
In joyous flow of mirth and song

For all the blessings life has brought
For all its sorrowing hours have taught
For all we morn, for all we keep
The hands we clasp, the love that sleep

The noontide sunshine of the past
These brief bright moments fading fast
The stars that gild our darkening years
The twilight ray from holier spheres

We thank Thee Father let Thy grace
Our loving circle still embrace
The mercy shed, its heavenly store
Thy peace be with us evermore