3 Spirit of life, of love and peace,
Unite our hearts, our joy increase,
Thy gracious help supply:
To each of us the blessing give,
In Christian fellowship to live,
In joyful hope to die.
Edward Osler. 1836. a.
1 FATHER of all, from whom we trace
Our universal kind,
Teach us to all of human race
To show a brother's mind.
2 Savior of men, 'twas Thine the pain
Of death for all to bear;
In concord all Thy followers train,
Meet for the name they share.
3 Spirit of grace, God's chosen fold
Who lavest with heavenly dew,
O grant that all, the Truth who hold,
May peace with all pursue.
4 0 may mankind in love agree,
Sons of one parent stock;
But chief may Christian verity
Connect the Christian flock!
5 May Truth to all who hear its sound
A bond of union prove;
And fellowship of faith be crowned
With fellowship of love!
6 Paternal Godhead, praise to Thee,
Thy Spirit, and Thy Son!
And keep Thy Church in unity,
As Thou with them art one!
1 Is God's peculiar people mine?
To them I then shall be
Gathered beneath the Savior's sign,
And Christ in glory see.
2 Gathered into the Church above,
Whoe'er to Christ belong
Shall meet to sing the song of love,
The Lamb's eternal song. C. Wesley. 1762.
1 HAPPY the souls to Jesus joined,
And saved by grace alone:
Walking in all His ways they find
Their heaven on earth begun.
3 The Church triumphant in Thy Love,
Their mighty joys we know:
They sing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.
3 Thee in Thy glorious realm they praise,
And bow before Thy throne;
We in the kingdom of Thy grace:
The kingdoms are but one.
4 The Holy to the Holiest leads;
From thence our spirits rise;
And he that in Thy statutes treads
Shall meet Thee in the skies.
C. Wesley. 1745. a.
1 COME, let us join our friends above,
That have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
To joy celestial rise.
2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing,
With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven, are one.
3 One family, we dwell in Him,
One Church above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.
4 One army of the living God,
To His command we bow;
Part of His host has crossed the flood,
And part is crossing now.
5 Even now by faith we join our hands
With those that went before,
And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
On the eternal shore.
6 Lord Jesus, be our constant Guide,
And when the word is given,
Bid the cold waves of death divide,
And land us all in heaven.
1 IN one fraternal bond of love,
One fellowship of mind,
The saints below and saints above
Their bliss and glory find.
2 Here, in their house of pilgrimage,
Thy statutes are their song;
There, through one bright, eternal age,
Thy praises they prolong.
3 Lord, may our union form a part
Of that thrice-happy whole;
Derive its pulse from Thee, the Heart;
Its life from Thee, the Soul.
James Montgomery. 1825.
1 0 GOD, in whom the happy dead
Still live united to their Head,
Their Lord and ours the same:
For all Thy saints, to memory dear,
Departed in Thy faith and fear,
We bless Thy holy Name.
2 By the same grace upheld, may we
So follow those who followed Thee,
As with them to partake
The free reward of heavenly bliss.
Merciful Father! grant us this,
For our Redeemer's sake.
FOR all Thy saints, O Lord,
Who strove in Thee to live,
Who followed Thee, obeyed, adored,
Our grateful hymn receive.
2 For all Thy saints, O Lord,
Accept our thankful cry,
Who counted Thee their great reward,
And strove in Thee to die.
They all, in life or death,
With Thee, their Lord, in view,
Learned from Thy Holy Spirit's breath
To suffer and to do.
For this, Thy Name we bless,
And humbly pray that we
May follow them in holiness,
And live and die in Thee:
5 With them the Father, Son,
And Holy Ghost to praise,
As in the ancient days was done,
And shall through endless days.
Richard Mant. 1837.
How beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill!
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal.
2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
"Zion, behold thy Savior King;
He reigns and triumphs here."
How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
The Lord makes bare His arm
Through all the earth abroad;
Let all the nations now behold
Their Savior and their God.
1 How beautiful upon the hills
The preacher's feet appear!
How sweet the voice of peace distils
In every open ear!
2 Glad tidings shall the meek receive;
The bruised shall mourn no more;
The deaf shall hear, the dead shall live,
Riches shall bless the poor.
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