Verse 1
How happy the men Who born from above
Were first to maintain The freedom of love;
Who left an example Ourselves to forego,
And taught us to trample On all things below!
Verse 2
Believers of old Who Jesus confess’d,
Lands, houses they sold, With all they possess’d:
The miserly pleasure They dared to despise,
And laid up their treasure And hearts in the skies.
Verse 3
Affection unfeign’d The members inclin’d,
And sweetly constrain’d, Each other to mind;
As sisters and brothers The faithful were one,
The souls of all others Each lov’d as his own.
Verse 4
The deed we commend For ages is past;
Yet God did intend The usage to last:
And could we inherit That primitive Flame,
The fruit of that Spirit Would now be the same.