The Brotherhood in Christ

All men are brethren in God's equal eye;
Yea, sons of God, partaking Christian grace.
How fades all outward pomp of power and place,
Glory and wealth, frail beauty's pageantry,
Prerogatives of earth that swiftly fly,
Before that noblest birthright of our race,
The Brotherhood with Christ! Now face to face
With God we stand. In Him disparity
Of love, proportioned to man's earthly state,
Exists not: right of eldership is none
Where all with Christ are heirs. The Low, the Great,
The Wise, the Simple, gather round His throne
In heaven, one equal boon to supplicate: —
God's sons confest! the Brethren of the Son!