Verse 1
The members here and Head above,
United in the Spirit of love
One mystic body make,
And Jesus, once a Man of woe
The sufferings of his saints below
Doth still in heaven partake.
Verse 2
Opprest we in his Spirit groan;
Our sorrows He accounts his own,
And answers sigh for sigh:
Fighting with God our foes are found,
And touching us, they surely wound
The apple of his eye.
Verse 3
Hear this, thou persecutor hear,
And smote from heaven with sudden fear,
Before thy Smiter fall;
The madness of resistance find,
And know—the Saviour of mankind
Is rich in grace to all.