Lo, They Come from East and West

Lo

they come from east and west;

Come to en­joy the heav­en­ly rest:

North and south—in bliss com­plete—

Round th’eter­nal al­tar meet.

Distant times and ag­es come;

Find in Heav’n one com­mon home:

Patriarchs—pro­phets—Chris­tians—all—

Prompt to ob­ey the gen­er­al call.

Countless host! how great! how blest!

Wondrous joy

and peace

and rest!

What shall fit us

Lord

for this?

Fit our souls for heav’n­ly bliss?

Peace on earth and peace alone;

Peace

which makes all church­es one:

Peace—the fruit of Christ­ian love

Fits the soul for peace ab­ove.

Grant Thy gra­cious in­flu­ence

Lord;

Silence ev­ery cla­mor­ous word:

Let the Church no more be rent;

Every im­pi­ous wound pre­vent.

O may Christ­ians learn to love;

Love like all the saints ab­ove;

Thus on earth may Heav’n be­gin

Free from dis­cord

wrath and sin.