Farewell Evening

Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

Before our Father’s throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one
Our comforts and our cares.



We share each other’s woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.



When we are called to part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.



This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

From sorrow, toil and pain,
And sin, we shall be free,
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.
John Fawcett

Our soul waits for the LORD;
He is our help and our shield...

...For our heart shall rejoice in Him,
Because we have trusted in His holy name...



...Let Your mercy, O LORD, be upon us,
Just as we hope in You.
Psalm 33:20-22

He Himself has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”
Hebrews 13:5

...Here we have no continuing city,
but we seek the one to come.
Hebrews 13:14

Now may the God of peace who brought up our Lord Jesus from the dead,
that great Shepherd of the sheep,
through the blood of the everlasting covenant,
make you complete in every good work to do His will,
working in you what is well pleasing in His sight,
through Jesus Christ,
to whom be glory forever and ever. Amen
Hebrews 13:20-21



The church's one Foundation
Is Jesus Christ her Lord;
She is His new creation
By water and the Word:
From heav'n he came and sought her
To be his holy bride;
With his own blood he bought her,
And for her life he died.

Elect from ev'ry nation,
Yet one o'er all the earth,
Her charter of salvation
One Lord, one faith, one birth;
One holy Name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food.
And to one hope she presses,
With ev'ry grace endued.

Though with a scornful wonder
Men see her sore oppressed,
By schisms rent asunder,
By heresies distressed,
Yet saints their watch are keeping,
Their cry goes up, "How long?"
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song.

 

'Mid toil and tribulation,
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation
Of peace for evermore;
Till with the vision glorious
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great church victorious
Shall be the church at rest.

Samuel Wesley