When love unites the saints
There’ll be no sad complains
Against each other;
No bitter root will spring,
A wrong report to bring
Against a brother. PSAS 49.5
Each will delight to see
Sweet peace and harmony,
And long for more;
God’s love the heart will fill,
And selfish motives kill,
As ne’er before. PSAS 49.6
In union there’ll be strength,
Through all the breadth and length
Of this grand host;
Armed for the battle-field,
No point of truth they’ll yield,
Firm at their post. PSAS 50.1
And when the battle’s o’er,
They’re safe forevermore,
With Christ their King;
Through him they gain their crown,
And lay their weapons down,
And victory sing. PSAS 50.2