O Brother Man

O bro­ther man

fold to thy heart thy bro­ther;

Where pi­ty dwells

the peace of God is there;

To wor­ship right­ly is to love each oth­er

Each smile a hymn

each kind­ly deed a pray­er.

For he whom Je­sus loved has truly spok­en:

The ho­li­er wor­ship which He deigns to bless

Restores the lost

and binds the spir­it brok­en

And feeds the wi­dow and the fa­ther­less.

Follow with rev­er­ent steps the great ex­am­ple

Of Him whose ho­ly work was do­ing good;

So shall the wide earth seem our Fa­ther’s tem­ple

Each loving life a psalm of gra­ti­tude.

Then shall all shac­kles fall; the stor­my clang­or

Of wild war mu­sic o’er the earth shall cease;

Love shall tread out the bale­ful fire of an­ger

And in its ash­es plant the tree of peace.