When love unites the saints
There’ll be no sad complaints
    Against each other;
No bitter root will spring,
A wrong report to bring
    Against a brother.

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.

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.

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.

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