Live, as God's own children should

Brethren, of the lower spheres,

Come from darkness, sighs and fears,

To the home prepared above,

For the children of God's love—

Come and roam with us in bliss,

Through the Bowers of Happiness;

Seek the joys which wait for thee

In our Heaven of Purity.

Cast out each discordant thought,

Let your feuds be all forgot;

Live, as God's own children should,

Joined in Holy Brotherhood!