Verse 1
Heathens in every age contend
For forms of godliness,
And strictly charge us not to rend
Our Lord’s external dress:
For Christ himself they nothing care,
Yet unity maintain;
The seamless coat they will not tear,
That each the whole may gain.
Verse 2
Each party calls the coat their own,
As masters of the loom,
Though neither at Geneva spun,
Nor Babylonish Rome:
Their feuds and strifes which never cease
Their fierce divisions prove,
They have not known the bond of peace,
The unity of love.