O bro­ther man, fold to thy heart thy bro­ther;
Where pi­ty dwells, the peace of God is there;
To wor­ship right­ly is to love each oth­er,
Each smile a hymn, each kind­ly deed a pray­er.

For he whom Je­sus loved has truly spok­en:
The ho­li­er wor­ship which He deigns to bless
Restores the lost, and binds the spi­rit brok­en,
And feeds the wi­dow and the fa­ther­less.

Follow with re­ver­ent steps the great ex­am­ple
Of Him whose ho­ly work was do­ing good;
So shall the wide earth seem our Fa­ther’s tem­ple,
Each loving life a psalm of gra­ti­tude.

Then shall all shac­kles fall; the stor­my clang­or
Of wild war mu­sic o’er the earth shall cease;
Love shall tread out the bale­ful fire of an­ger,
And in its ash­es plant the tree of peace.