Classic Poem

Forgive, O Lord, our severing ways,
The rival altars that we raise,
The wrangling tongues that mar thy praise!

Thy grace impart! In time to be
Shall one great temple rise to thee.—
Thy Church our broad humanity.
Alleluia!

White flowers of love its walls shall climb.
Soft bells of peace shall ring its chime,
Its days shall all be holy time.
Alleluia!

A sweeter song shall then be heard,
Confessing, in a world's accord,
The inward Christ, the living Word.
Alleluia!

That song shall swell from shore to shore,
One hope, one faith, one love restore
The seamless robe that Jesus wore.