From Henceforth No More Twain but One

From hence­forth no more twain but one

Yet ev­er one through be­ing twain

As self is ev­er lost and won

Through love’s own cease­less loss and gain—

And both their full per­fect­ion reach.

Each grow­ing the true self through each.

Two in all wor­ship glad and high

All pro­mis­es to praise and pray­er

Where two are ga­thered

there am I

Gone half the weight from all ye bear

Gained twice the force for all ye do

The sac­red

cease­less Church of two.

One in all low­ly min­is­try

One in all priest­ly sac­ri­fice

Through love which makes all serv­ice free

And finds or makes all gifts of price;

All love that made life rich be­fore

Through this great cen­tral love grown more.

And so to­ge­ther jour­ney­ing on

To the Great Brid­al of the Christ

When all the life His love has won

To per­fect love is sa­cri­ficed

And the New Song

be­yond the sun

Peals

Hence­forth no more twain but one.