The Spirit Binds Us to Our Lord

The Spir­it binds us to our Lord

But once in Him we find

Communion sweet

as oil out­poured

With kin­dred hearts and minds.

Beneath His yoke

our ea­sy tie

We count as com­mon store

Our gifts and grac­es—rich sup­ply

For him who needs them more.

Such aid is giv’n to those who call

On Christ’s name any­where:

Their out­ward need is borne by all

As much as each can bear.

But out­ward aid alone won’t fill

The store­house of the saints

For in­ward aid is bet­ter still

To Christ­ian sup­pli­cants.

We

by our Faith

are bound to meet

In wor­ship of the Lord

And flood our Fa­ther’s mer­cy seat

With pray­ers in one accord.

May God’s own Spir­it keep us ’til

We meet at heav­en’s door

And gifts we shared be­low then will

Be changed for heav’n­ly store.