Where Christ our Lord abideth
We know no thought of care.
With heavenly might environed
There is no sense of fear.
In His sweet presence serving,
And toiling by His light,
We keep the path of promise—
The triumph of the right.
There is no wisdom other
Than His to govern men.
There is no wealth or treasure
His love doth not contain.
And by the sure dominion
Of love that worketh good,
He giveth rest and plenty
To the tired multitude.
Oh king, oh priest, oh captain,
How long will lust or power
Hide from our eyes the kingdom
That is coming hour by hour,
In which the tender Spirit
Of Christ the Conqueror,
Shall make of all men brothers
And none the slaves of war.
