1 Let saints below in concert sing
With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King
In earth and heaven are one.

2 One family we dwell in him
One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death;

3 One army of the living God,
To his command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.

4 Ev'n now by faith, we join our hands,
With those that went before,
And greet the ransomed, blessed bands
Upon the eternal shore.

5 Lord Jesus! be our constant guide:
And, when the word is given,
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in heaven.