1 Lo, they come from east and west;
Come to enjoy the heavenly rest:
North and south—in bliss complete—
Round th’eternal altar meet.
2 Distant times and ages come;
Find in Heav’n one common home:
Patriarchs—prophets—Christians—all—
Prompt to obey the general call.
3 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?
4 Peace on earth and peace alone;
Peace, which makes all churches one:
Peace—the fruit of Christian love,
Fits the soul for peace above.
5 Grant Thy gracious influence, Lord;
Silence every clamorous word:
Let the Church no more be rent;
Every impious wound prevent.
6 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.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16769