No voice of discord there is heard; No thoughts unholy or unkind; No jarring, unharmonious word, To mar the melody of mind.
No more the party-wall of pride, Erected by one common foe, The hearts of brethren shall divide, While passing through the vale below.
No more, secluded and unknown, In isolated paths they tread; Nor speed their devious way alone, Till numbered with the silent dead.
One faith is beaming in their eye; One hope within their bosom glows; While hastening to the realms on high, The blissful region of repose.
One is the heaven-born joy they feel; The holy peace and calm delight That each enraptured spirit seal, When Calvary opens on their sight.
One Lord redeemed them with his blood, And rose triumphant from the tomb, To lead them to one Father—God, Whose smiles their darkest hours illume.
One Spirit breathes in every soul With life, and power, and love divine; Diffusing radiance through the whole, Till bright in holiness they shine.
And in one home they all will meet, Their dangers and their sorrows o'er; And one delightful theme repeat,— United there to part no more.
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