1 Restore, O Father, to our times restore,
The peace which filled thine infant church of yore,
Ere lust of power had sown the seeds of strife,
And quenched the new-born charities of life.

2 Oh, never more may different judgments part
From kindly sympathy a brother's heart!
But, linked in one, believing thousands kneel,
And share with each the sacred joy they feel.

3 From soul to soul, quick as the sunbeam's ray,
Let concord spread one universal day;
And faith by love lead all mankind to thee,
Parent of peace, and fount of harmony!