1 This is the day the Lord hat made,
A day most holy to his name,
Wherein our vows should all be paid,
And not a thought our hearts invade
That could create one blush of shame.

2 A day when we should strive to meet,
In meekness and humility,
Our Father at his mercy seat,
Confess our sins and him entreat
To pardon our iniquity.

3 A day when all his children dear
In love should meet around his throne
A gracious Father's voice to hear,
Each heart o'erflowed with filial fear,
Making the Father's will his own.