Where hearts are knit together, and unity prevails,
the Spirit of the Gospel thrives and Satan always quails.
If I am one with others in doing well and true,
I feel renewed -- as if I bathed in morning's bracing dew.
But when there is dissension, and I have drawn apart,
the marrow in my bones dissolves and stiffens my hard heart.
Please melt my isolation, my pride and lonely fear,
so that I'm fit for service in thy Kingdom coming near!
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