Let saints on earth in con­cert sing
With those whose work is done;
For all the ser­vants of our king
In Heav’n and earth are one.

One fa­mi­ly, we dwell in Him,
One Church, above, be­neath;
Though now di­vid­ed by the stream,
The nar­row stream of death.

One ar­my of the liv­ing God,
To His com­mand we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are cross­ing now.

E’en now to their eter­nal home
There pass some spi­rits blest;
While oth­ers to the mar­gin come,
Waiting their call to rest.

Jesu, be Thou our con­stant guide;
Then, when the word is giv­en,
Bid Jor­dan’s nar­row stream divide,
And bring us safe to Heav’n.