All praise to our re­deem­ing Lord,
Who joins us by His grace;
And bids us, each to each re­stored,
Together seek His face.

He bids us build each oth­er up;
And, ga­thered into one,
To our high call­ing’s glo­ri­ous hope,
We hand in hand go on.

The gift which He on one be­stows,
We all de­light to prove;
The grace through ev­ery ves­sel flows,
In pur­est streams of love.

E’en now we think and speak the same,
And cor­di­al­ly agree;
Concentered all, through Je­sus’ name,
In per­fect har­mo­ny.

We all par­take the joy of one;
The com­mon peace we feel;
A peace to sen­su­al minds un­known,
A joy un­speak­able.

And if our fel­low­ship be­low
In Je­sus be so sweet,
What height of rap­ture shall we know
When round His throne we meet!