One baptism and one faith,

One Lord below, above,

The fellowship of Zion hath

One only watchword—Love.

From different temples though it rise,

One song ascendeth to the skies.

2 Our sacrifice is One;

One priest before the throne—

The crucified, the risen Son,

Redeemer, Lord alone!

And sighs from contrite hearts that spring,

Our chief, our choicest offering.

3 O why should they who love

One gospel to unfold,

Who look for one bright home above,

On earth be strange and cold?

Why, subjects of the Prince of Peace,

In strife abide, and bitterness?

4 O may that holy prayer—

His tenderest and his last,

The utterance of his latest care

Ere to the cross he passed—

No longer unfulfilled remain,

The World’s offense, thy people’s stain!