Verse 1
When the stumbling-block is gone,
Envy and contentious pride,
Then the word doth swiftly run,
Then the church is multiplied:
When the Christians all agree,
Priests themselves in troops submit,
Those that nail’d Him to the tree,
Fall, and kiss his bleeding feet.
Verse 2
O that crouds in this our day
Might the Crucified receive,
Priests the gospel-truth obey,
Humbly in their Lord believe!
Jesus, fill them with thy grace,
Thee thy church shall then adore,
With thy murtherers confess
Miracles are never o’re.