Divided, now!
The chiselled stones! All joined together then,
The Corner-stone, whom builders disallow,
Made Chief at last: when Jesus comes again!
Divided, now!
The blood-bought sheep, far scattered o’er the plain,
Care-furrows deep on many a shepherd’s brow,
One fleck, at last: when Jesus comes again!
Divided, now!
The Lots, the Abrams, winning diverse gain:
Let pilgrim-souls their stranger ship avow!
One Land at last: when Jesus comes again!
Divided, now!
E’en David’s friend shrinks back from David’s pain:
He dare not yet His changeless claims allow.
Will Saul? At last: when Jesus comes again!
Divided, now!
The Church of God; one Church with Christ to reign
And yet the glory round His thorn-pierced brow
Is her’s at last: when Jesus comes again!