3 O soon let the banner of peace be unfurled, O soon let the war-god away from the world, Let the gentle white dove bend her beautiful wing, Through every clime Love like a river shall flow! 4 O how sweetly the halo will circle each Isle That sleeps on the ocean-wave; The rock-girdled coast then will pleasantly smile; The waters of Peace will lave: The whole earth will blossom a garden of love, And blessings unnumbered will come from above: Pleasures will spring! Angels will sing, Joy to a world redeemed! 241. 6s M. MRS. COLBURN. 1 PEACE! peace thou raging sea! Be still, the Savior said; And quick the stormy wave In quietness was laid: Peace to this world of strife- 2 Here Hate, and Fraud, and Wrong, Man to his brother gives The murderous greeting still. 3 Say, shall the sword devour? XIV. NEW SOCIAL STATE. 242. L. M. 1 NOT individual souls alone A. BALLOU. Require the new and heavenly birth, Needs Christianizing o'er the earth. 2 True righteousness must be the same, 3 The principles by Jesus taught 4 'Tis ours to speed this glorious change, Its introduction to arrange, 5 Thus heaven and earth shall be renewed, Our wayward race to Christ subdued, 243. C. M. ELIZA COOK. 1 WHILE thousands move with aching head 'We starve, we die, oh give us bread!' 2 When toiling millions work to fill And hands are crushed that work and till, 3 When from a thousand, one alone The others left in want to moan, 4' Until this system be undone, Shall be this one, this only one- 244. P. M. MACKAY. 1 WHAT might be done, if men were wise— What glorious deeds, my suffering brother, Would they unite, In love and right, And cease their scorn of one another? 2 Oppression's heart might be imbued From shore to shore, Light on the eyes of mental blindness. 3 All Slavery, Warfare, Lies and Wrong, To each man born, Be free and warm as summer weather. 4 The meanest wretch that ever trod, In self-respect, And share the teeming world to-morrow. 5 What might be done? This might be done, And more than this, my suffering brotherMore than the tongue E'er said or sung, If men were wise, and loved each other. 1 1 WHAT though the crowds who shout the word 2 The preacher may belie his creed, Yet wisdom shares not in his shame: ; 1 How pleasing, Lord, to see, When mutual love and love to thee, 2 From these celestial springs Such streams of comfort flow, 3 All in their stations move, 4 Formed for the purest joys, 5 No bliss can equal theirs, Where such affections meet; WATTS. While mingled praise and mingled pray'rs |