Made of one blood with all on earth who dwell,
Born brothers of the near and far as well,
The children of one sacred Fatherhood,
And common heirs of universal good—
Grant us, who bow, O Lord,
Before Thy sovereign face,
To learn with Thee to love
Our world encircling race.
Our elder brother to a mortal frame
His God-like glory humbled and became
The fellow of the poor, the sick man’s aid,
Defense of weakling, finder of the strayed.
Grant us to be, O Lord,
Disciples of His death,
And breathe His love to men
Through every living breath.
Amidst the troubled, grieving, overborne,
Among the helpless, hopeless, and forlorn,
Engirt with ill and poverty and pain,
And bitter strife of greed for empty gain—
Give us, O Lord, the sight
With Christly eyes to see
The hidden, soul-deep need
Of men for us and Thee.