What joy it is to worship here, and find ourselves at home Where God, who uses every gift, Has room for all who come! Yet are no two of us alike Of all the human race, And we must seek a common ground If we would share his grace. In partnership with all who work To cure our social ills We bring to this community Our own distinctive skills. Though now we shut the city out, Its tensions and despairs, We, like our Master, care for it And hold it in our prayers. So God, each generation, gives New meaning to his love: His changing image changes us And keeps us on the move Towards the only kingdom where All truths, all cultures, meet And our unlikeness is his way Of making heaven complete.