1 Was it in vain that Jesus prayed
For those he came to save,
When darkly o'er his path was laid
The shadow of the grave?
2 Hath Jesus loved and prayed in vain?
O doubting heart, be still!
Yet holds the Lord his glorious reign,
Despite of wrong and ill.
3 Though nations with their battle-cries
Profane the Almighty's name,
Though bigots to the offended skies
Their own wild wrath proclaim, --
4 Thousands, in every Christian land,
Have never bowed the knee
In worship to the idol-band
Of strife and perfidy.
5 And these are one; -- though some may bend
Before the Virgin's shrine,
While others' prayers and thanks ascend,
Father! alone at Thine, --
6 Yet they are one; if through their hearts
The soul of love be poured,
As swells some strain of various parts,
Yet all in sweet accord.