Restore, O Father! to our times restore

The peace which filled thine infant Church of yore,

Ere lust of power had sown the seeds of strife,

And quenched the new-born charities of life.

2 O, never more may different judgments part

From kindled sympathy a brother’s heart!

But, linked in one, believing thousands kneel,

And share with each the sacred joy they feel.

3 From soul to soul, quick as the sunbeam’s ray,

Let concord spread one universal day;

And faith by love lead all mankind to thee,

Parent of peace, and Fount of harmony!