3 See, how our brethren stand arrayed, 4 The erring nations fight for peace; 5 And yet, we cannot yield our hope; 225. C. M. MRS. LIVERMORE. 1 No warlike sounds awoke the night, Announcing Jesus' birth, But angels borne on wings of light, 2 Not in the warrior's armor mailed 3 But meek and lowly was his life, 4 Then let the war-cry ne'er be rung Nor to the clouds the banner flung 5 But let the blissful period haste, 226. 7s. M. LEWINS MEAD COL. 1 PEACE the welcome sound proclaim, 2 Breezes! whispering soft and low, Breathe the sweet celestial strain, 3 Ocean's billows! far and wide, Loud, still louder swell the strain, 4 Christians! who these blessings feel, Loud, still louder swell the ́strain, 1 No war nor battle's sound Was heard the earth around, No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran; In which the Prince of Light MILTON. 2 No conqueror's sword he bore, Nor haughty passions roused to contest wild ; And gentle was his reign, Which o'er the earth he spread by influence mild. 3 Unwilling kings obeyed, And sheathed the battle blade, And called their bloody legions from the field ; And close the warrior's gate, Nor know to whom their homage thus they yield. His weapons drawn from armories above; Submissive at his feet, And strife and hate are changed to peace and love. 228. C. M. GIBBONS. 1 LORD, send thy word, and let it run, 2 Beneath the influence of thy grace, With sudden greens and fruits arrayed, 3 True holiness shall strike its root 4 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch No trump shall rouse the rage of war, 5 Lord, for those days we wait;-those days Are in thy word foretold; Fly swifter, sun and stars, and bring 229. C. M. MRS. COLBUrn. 1 THE Angels sung o'er Judah's plain, 2 The Gospel brings good news of peace, When war, and crime, and hate shall cease, 3 Then warring clans now filled with hate, And earth enjoy an Eden State, 4 Join, Christians, then, of every clime, To hasten on the glorious time, 230. L. M. MRS. PRICE. 1 GLORY to God, and peace to men,' Once rung o'er wide Judea's plain ; Angelic hosts sung gladly when The Prince of Peace was born to reign. 2 How sweet that heavenly chorus rose, O'er hatred's harsh, discordant sound; How pure its peaceful anthem flows, To charm the earth's remotest bound. 3 The morning stars together sung, The hills rejoiced, the valleys smiled; The bow of hope in heaven was hung, Arched o'er the manger of the child. 4 And ever peals that heavenly song, 'Glory to God and peace to men,' As rolling years the strains prolong, And Eden's bliss bring back again. 1 YEARS are coming-speed them onward! 2 Earth has heard too long of battle, 3 Years are coming when, forever, 4 Hail with song that glorious era, |