Thou God of all, whose spir­it moves
From pole to si­lent pole,
Whose pur­pose binds the star­ry spheres
In one stu­pen­dous whole,
Whose life, like light, is free­ly poured
On all be­neath the sun,
To Thee we lift our hearts, and pray
That Thou wilt make us one.

One in the pa­tient com­pa­ny
Of those who heed Thy will,
And stead­fast­ly pur­sue the way
Of Thy com­mand­ments still;
One in the ho­ly fel­low­ship
Of those who chal­lenge wrong,
And lift the spir­it’s sword to shield
The weak against the strong.

One in the truth that makes men free,
The faith that makes men brave;
One in the love that suf­fers long
To seek, and serve, and save;
One in the vi­sion of Thy peace,
The king­dom yet to be,
When Thou shalt be the God of all,
And all be one in Thee.