Communion Let Strife And Hatred Cease
O, here, if ever, God of love!
Let strife and hatred cease;
And every thought harmonious move,
And every heart be peace.
Not here, where met to think of him
Whose latest thoughts were ours,
Shall mortal passions come to dim
The prayer devotion pours.
No, gracious Master, not in vain
Thy life of love hath been;
The peace thou gav’st may yet remain,
Though thou no more art seen.
Thy kingdom come! we watch, we wait,
To hear thy cheering call;
When heaven shall ope its glorious gate,
And God be all in all.