Union of faith, and hope, and love,

Union of heart, and soul, and mind,

Affections fix'd on things above,

As one on earth, God's children bind.

Stones, built on Christ, the corner stone,

A spiritual temple, lo! they rise,

While sweet ascends, before the throne,

Praise in perpetual sacrifice.

Branches in Christ, the one true Vine,

Nourish'd by Him alone they thrive;

From Him the leaf, the fruit, the wine,

Each in its season, all derive.

Members of Christ, the Church's head,

Who lives Himself through every limb,

To sin, the world, and Satan dead,

Their life in God is hid with Him.

Thus young and old, thus great and small,

O might their multitude increase!--

Who Christ their Lord and Master call,

Whate'er their lot--in Him have peace.