How fade the lines of caste and birth!
How equal in their sufferings lie
The groaning multitudes of earth!
4 Still to a stricken brother true,
Whatever clime hath nurtured him;
As stooped to heal the wounded Jew
The worshipper of Gerizim.
5 In holy words which cannot die,
In thoughts which angels leaned to know,
Christ gave thy message from on high,