Made of one blood with all on earth who dwell,
Born bro­thers of the near and far as well,
The child­ren of one sac­red Fa­ther­hood,
And com­mon heirs of uni­ver­sal good—
Grant us, who bow, O Lord,
Before Thy so­ver­eign face,
To learn with Thee to love
Our world en­circ­ling race.

Our el­der bro­ther to a mor­tal frame
His God-like glo­ry hum­bled and be­came
The fel­low of the poor, the sick man’s aid,
Defense of weak­ling, fin­der of the strayed.
Grant us to be, O Lord,
Disciples of His death,
And breathe His love to men
Through ev­ery liv­ing breath.

Amidst the trou­bled, griev­ing, ov­er­borne,
Among the help­less, hope­less, and for­lorn,
Engirt with ill and po­ver­ty and pain,
And bit­ter strife of greed for emp­ty gain—
Give us, O Lord, the sight
With Christ­ly eyes to see
The hid­den, soul-deep need
Of men for us and Thee.