One sole baptismal
sign,
One Lord below,
above,
Zion, one faith is
thine,
One only
watchword—love;
From different
temples though it
rise,
One song ascendeth to
the skies.
Our
Sacrifice is one,
One Priest before the
throne,
The slain, the risen
Son,
Redeemer, Lord alone;
And sighs from
contrite hearts that
spring
Our chief, our
choicest offering.
O may that holy
prayer,
His tenderest, and
His last,
His constant, latest
care,
Ere to His throne He
passed,
No longer unfulfilled
remain,
The world’s offense,
His people’s stain.
Head of Thy Church
beneath,
The catholic, the
true,
On all her members
breathe
Her broken frame
renew;
Then shall Thy
perfect will be done,
When Christians love
and live as one.
