One sole bap­tis­mal sign,
One Lord be­low, above,
Zion, one faith is thine,
One only watch­word—love;
From dif­fer­ent tem­ples though it rise,
One song as­cend­eth to the skies.

Our Sac­ri­fice is one,
One Priest be­fore the throne,
The slain, the ris­en Son,
Redeemer, Lord alone;
And sighs from con­trite hearts that spring
Our chief, our choic­est of­fer­ing.

O may that ho­ly pray­er,
His ten­derest, and His last,
His con­stant, lat­est care,
Ere to His throne He passed,
No long­er un­ful­filled re­main,
The world’s of­fense, His peo­ple’s stain.

Head of Thy Church be­neath,
The ca­tho­lic, the true,
On all her mem­bers breathe
Her brok­en frame re­new;
Then shall Thy per­fect will be done,
When Chris­tians love and live as one.