By George Matheson

      Gather us in, Thou Love that fillest all;
      Gather our rival faiths within Thy fold;
      Rend each man'€™s temple veil, and bid it fall,
      That we may know that Thou hast been of old.

      Gather us in'€'we worship only Thee;
      In varied names we stretch a common hand;
      In diverse forms a common soul we see;
      In many ships we seek one spirit land.

      Thine is the mystic life great India craves;
      Thine is the Parsee'€™s sin-destroying beam;
      Thine is the Buddhist'€™s rest from tossing waves;
      Thine is the empire of vast China'€™s dream.

      Thine is the Roman'€™s strength without his pride;
      Thine is the Greek'€™s glad world without its graves;
      Thine is Judea'€™s law with love beside,
      The truth that censures and the grace that saves.

      Some seek a Father in the heav'€™ns above;
      Some ask a human image to adore;
      Some crave a spirit vast as life and love;
      Within Thy mansions we have all and more.