Verse 1
That universal love sincere
Where is it to be found?
Out of the mouth of most we hear
The word’s unmeaning sound:
But O, how few the saints that know
Their Saviour’s perfect mind,
Whose hearts with charity o’erflow
To all the ransom’d kind!

Verse 2
If my own party I approve,
And cleave to my own sect,
Holding the few with partial love,
The many I reject;
My nature’s narrowness I feel,
Myself I blindly seek,
And still a slave in Babel dwell,
A shackled schismatick.

Verse 3
O that the Spirit of our Lord
Might set his prisoners free,
Might speak the sectaries restor’d
To glorious liberty!
O that the catholick love divine
Shed in our hearts abroad
Might all our jangling parties join,
And swallow us up in God!