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ALL ONE IN CHRIST.
All one in Christ,—though, plains and hills dividing,
Our earthly homes are far asunder placed;
All one in Christ,—in Him our souls abiding,
O'er the broad earth or on the ocean waste.
Our earthly homes are far asunder placed;
All one in Christ,—in Him our souls abiding,
O'er the broad earth or on the ocean waste.
All one in Christ,—bound in divine communion,
And He the cynosure,—the changeless Word.
One Sovereign rules; the watchword of our union,
One faith, one baptism, and one risen Lord.
And He the cynosure,—the changeless Word.
One Sovereign rules; the watchword of our union,
One faith, one baptism, and one risen Lord.
All one in Christ,—should grief, or joy, betide us;
Or health, or sickness, life, or death, be ours,—
His word shall cheer, His loving hand shall guide us,
His name revive, like incense-breathing flowers.
Or health, or sickness, life, or death, be ours,—
His word shall cheer, His loving hand shall guide us,
His name revive, like incense-breathing flowers.
All one in Christ,—His voice the fiercest battle,
Like Galilee's wild waves, can quell and calm;
Assuage the tumult, still the tempest's rattle,
For pain give ease, for waiting, victory's psalm.
Like Galilee's wild waves, can quell and calm;
Assuage the tumult, still the tempest's rattle,
For pain give ease, for waiting, victory's psalm.
All one in Christ,—man's passions, like the billow,
May roar and dash around with frightful shock;
Held in His leash, light as the air-swept willow,
They lash in vain the Everlasting Rock.
May roar and dash around with frightful shock;
Held in His leash, light as the air-swept willow,
They lash in vain the Everlasting Rock.
All one in Christ,—our paths, in varied winding,
May seem unheeding of Heaven's grand accord;
The rills of life, new channels ever finding,
Shall all converge in Him, our loving Lord.
May seem unheeding of Heaven's grand accord;
The rills of life, new channels ever finding,
Shall all converge in Him, our loving Lord.
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All one in Christ,—life's discipline and rasping
May fret, and grind, and wear the sufferer down;
But there's a gracious Hand, the faint form clasping,—
The cross to-day; be patient, then the crown.
May fret, and grind, and wear the sufferer down;
But there's a gracious Hand, the faint form clasping,—
The cross to-day; be patient, then the crown.
All one in Christ,—the fields must have their tilling;
O'er earth, His heritage, for Him we roam;
With ready hands we toil, and spirit willing,
Till the great Husbandman shall call us home.
O'er earth, His heritage, for Him we roam;
With ready hands we toil, and spirit willing,
Till the great Husbandman shall call us home.
All one in Christ,—soon will the great forever
Yield to the weary workers needed rest;
Toil waste no more, and sorrow grieve,—no, never,—
The loved disciple on the Master's breast.
Yield to the weary workers needed rest;
Toil waste no more, and sorrow grieve,—no, never,—
The loved disciple on the Master's breast.
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