I.

Let not the sons of Jesus call
That common which the Lord hath cleans'd;
When Christ who is their all in all,
Has lov'd them, and their hearts have chang'd.

II.

They're fav'rites of the Lamb of GOD ,
Who freely spilt his blood for them;
If then they're wash'd in his own blood,
Who dares their chosen names condemn.

III.

Jesus has sealed them on his heart,
And loves them as his heavenly seed,
Then why should christians ever part
When in essentials they're agreed?

IV.

O then no more ye heaven-born race,
For modes and forms so warm contend,
You're all redeem'd by the same grace,
And all have Jesus for your friend.

V.

'Tis love that doth fulfil the law,
And meekness spreads the Saviour's name;
But warm debates will never draw
Not one poor soul to Christ the Lamb.

VI.

Proclaim ye saints your Master's love,
In ev'ry hour and ev'ry breath,
And soon you'll land with him above
To join the triumphs of his death.