On His Birthday, Hymn 13

Thou God of truth and love,
To join with softest sympathy,
And mix our friendly souls in Thee?
Didst Thou not make us one,
That both might one remain,
Together travel on,
And bear each other's pain,
Till both Thine utmost goodness prove,
And rise renew'd in perfect love?
Surely Thou didst unite
Our kindred spirits here,
That both hereafter might
Before Thy throne appear,
Meet at the marriage of the Lamb,
And all Thy glorious love proclaim.
Then let us ever bear
The blessed end in view,
And join with mutual care
To fight our passage through,
And kindly help each other on,
Till both receive the starry crown.
O might Thy Spirit seal
Our souls unto that day,
With all Thy fulness fill,
And then transport away,
Away to our eternal rest,
Away to our Redeemer's breast.
There, only there, we shall
Fulfil Thy great design,
And in Thy praise with all
Our elder brethren join,
And hymn in songs which never end
Our heavenly everlasting Friend.