1 Thou gracious Power, whose mercy lends The light of home, the smile of friends, Our gathered flock Thine arms enfold As in the peaceful days of old. 2 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? 3 For all the blessings life has brought, For all its sorrowing hours have taught, For all we mourn, for all we keep, The hands we clasp, the loved that sleep. 4 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. 5 We thank Thee, Father! let Thy grace Our loving circle still embrace, Thy mercy shed its heavenly store, Thy peace be with us evermore.