Our souls by love to­ge­ther knit,
Cemented, mixed in one,
One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice,
’Tis Heav’n on earth be­gun;
Our hearts have burned while Je­sus spoke,
And glowed with sac­red fire;
He stopped and talked and fed, and blessed,
And filled th’en­larged de­sire.

We’re sol­diers fight­ing for our God,
Let trem­bling cow­ards fly;
We’ll stand un­shak­en, firm and fixed,
With Christ to live and die:
Let de­vils rage and hell as­sail,
We’ll cut our pas­sage through;
Let foes unite and friends de­sert,
We’ll seize the crown our due.

The lit­tle cloud in­creas­es still,
The heav’ns are big with rain;
We haste to catch the teem­ing show­er,
And all its mois­ture drain:
A rill, a stream, a tor­rent flows,
But pour the migh­ty flood;
O sweep the na­tions, shake the earth,
Till all pro­claim Thee God.

And when Thou mak­est up Thy jew­els
And set Thy star­ry crown,
When all Thy spark­ling gems shall shine,
Proclaimed by Thee Thine own;
May we, a lit­tle band of love,
We sin­ners saved by grace,
From glo­ry in­to glo­ry changed,
Behold Thee face to face.