Allegro moderato.

1 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight
When those that love the Lord,
In one another's peace delight,
And thus fulfil his word;
When each can feel his brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part,
When sorrow flows from eye to eye,

And joy from heart to heart;

2 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above,

Each can his brother's failings hide,
And show a brother's love!
Love is the golden chain that binds

The happy souls above;

And he's an heir of heaven that finds
His bosom glow with love.

1 YE friends of youth, who stand around
To bless this happy hour,
Welcome to this delightful grove,
To pleasure's lovely bower:
And while with joy our voices rise,

And echo through this pine,
Let mem'ry take a passing glance
At days of Auld Lang Syne.

2 We read that through this forest once
The bear and wolf did roam; [tents,
That here our grandsires pitched their
Here made their forest home;
That o'er the dark blue wave they came,
And left their friends behind,
That they might freely worship God

In days of Auld Lang Syne.

3 And now that mem'ry gilds the past,
And hours of pleasure roll,

Be virtue, truth, and holiness
Inscribed

the soul,
upon

1 HAIL, Sweetest, dearest tie, that binds Our glowing hearts in one!

Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our minds To harmony divine!

It is the hope, the blissful hope,

Which Jesus' word has given,
The hope, when days and years are past,
We all shall meet in heaven.

2 No lingering look, no parting sigh,
Our future meeting knows;
There friendship beams from every eye,
And home immortal grows.
Oh sacred hope, oh blissful hope,

Which Jesus' word has given!
The hope, when days and years are past,
We all shall meet in heaven.