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.