Verse 1
What a beautiful sight
When the children of light
In their primitive purity shone!
The disciples of old
Never stray’d from the fold,
But they all were united in one.

Verse 2
To the temple of God
Where his honour abode,
They daily rejoic’d to repair;
And the Lord of the place
Daily shew’d them his face
In the house of thanksgiving and prayer.

Verse 3
When the Spirit was come,
He attended them home;
And performing to Jesus their vows,
In the breaking of bread
They remembred their Head,
And a church was in every house.

Verse 4
The affections of grace
Were with prayer and with praise
Carried on in their every employ:
Each meal was a feast,
And their hearts they exprest
In songs of angelical joy.

Verse 5
That gladness of heart
Which their Lord did impart
With simplicity pure from above,
To posterity show’d
The whole counsel of God,
The original triumph of love.

Verse 6
Their impotent foes
Could no longer oppose,
Or with-hold their extorted esteem,
But were forc’d to give place
To a torrent of grace,
And were all carried down with the stream.