The saints on earth and those above

But one communion make;

Joined to their Lord in bonds of love,

All of His grace partake.

One family, we dwell in Him;

One church above, beneath;

Though now divided by the stream,

The narrow stream of death.

One army of the living God,

To His command we bow;

Part of the host have crossed the flood

And part are crossing now.

O God, be Thou our constant guide!

Then, when the word is given,

Bid Thou death’s flood its waves divide,

And land us safe in heaven.