The Bond of Peace

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.