Touched with softest sympathy;
Kindly for each other care;
Every member feel its share.
Love, like death, hath all destroyed,
Rendered our distinctions void!
Names, and sects, and parties fall:
Thou, O God, art all in all!
914. C. M. Milton.
The Blessedness of the Devout.
1How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord,