01.01. Gather Us in, Thou Love That Fillest All

Gather Us in, Thou Love That Fillest All By George Matheson Gather us in, Thou Love that fillest all;

Gather our rival faiths within Thy fold;

Rend each man’s temple veil, and bid it fall, That we may know that Thou hast been of old.

Gather us in, we worship only Thee; In varied names we stretch a common hand; In diverse forms a common soul we see; In many ships we seek one spirit land.

Thine is the mystic life great India craves;

Thine is the Parsee’s sin-destroying beam;

Thine is the Buddhist’s rest from tossing waves;

Thine is the empire of vast China’s dream.

Thine is the Roman’s strength without his pride;

Thine is the Greek’s glad world without its graves;

Thine is Judea’s law with love beside, The truth that censures and the grace that saves.

Some seek a Father in the heav’ns above;

Some ask a human image to adore;

Some crave a spirit vast as life and love;

Within Thy mansions we have all and more.