Where all the common blessings share,
No selfish happiness was there.
6 With grace abundantly endu’d,
A pure, believing multitude;
They all were of one heart and soul,
And only love inspir’d the whole.
7 O what an age of golden days!
O what a choice, peculiar race!
Wash’d in the Lamb’s all-cleansing blood,
Anointed kings, and priests to God.