Greetings
What a joy to clasp your dear hand!
We praise our dear Lord
For His glorious word.
We shall meet in a beautiful land.
Meet our friends with love in our hearts.
What a joy to know
We've a place we can go
Where never again shall we part,
Leave us lonely and filled with pain.
Think on that day,
When friends go away.
We know we shall meet them again.
For friends from whom we must part.
Let us all be a friend
And stay to the end
With our love and our God in our heart.
Give our praise to the Lord o'er and o'er
Let us shout; let us sing
To our Savior and King
'Till we meet on that beautiful shore.
 |
 |
 |
Background Set, Courtesy of
Text of Hymn: "Greetings," © Icie E. Sandy Rowand, 2002, all rights reserved.
Web page design and original graphics © Betty Sandy Smith, all rights reserved.