1 LORD, dismiss us hence with gladness;
Be Thine outcast lot our choice:
'Tis Thy foes have need of sadness,
But Thine own may well rejoice;
Who shall harm us
While we know and hear Thy voice?
2 Saviour, keep us from all evil,
Go before us in the way;
Till we reach the rest of heaven
Be Thy word our guide and stay;
Joy and triumph
Now are ours and in that day.
