3 O soon let the banner of peace be unfurled,
To wave on every breeze;

O soon let the war-god away from the world,
Trainings for battle cease;

Let the gentle white dove bend her beautiful wing,
To the arbors of earth the bright olive to bring;
Hail to the time,

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:
Speak, speak that word again!

Peace to this world of strife-
Where moral tempests reign,
And angry deeds are rife.

2 Here Hate, and Fraud, and Wrong,
Have triumphed over Right,
And caused mankind a long,
And sad, and gloomy night:
And yet that spirit lives,
Its direful works we feel;

Man to his brother gives

The murderous greeting still.

3 Say, shall the sword devour?
Shall human blood be spilled?
Shall vice be clothed with power,
And earth with weeping filled?
That powerful word which spoke
Peace to the troubled sea,
Will yet bring earth a rest—
A peaceful Jubilee !

XIV. NEW SOCIAL STATE.

242.

L. M.

1 NOT individual souls alone

A. BALLOU.

Require the new and heavenly birth,
Society, in sin up-grown,

Needs Christianizing o'er the earth.

2 True righteousness must be the same,
For man combined or isolate;
The happiness of all its aim,
In family, or teeming State.

3 The principles by Jesus taught
Must be impartially applied,
And social institutions brought,
With laws divine to coincide.

4 'Tis ours to speed this glorious change,
This renovation to prepare,

Its introduction to arrange,
And in its future triumphs share.

5 Thus heaven and earth shall be renewed,
By God's regenerating word,

Our wayward race to Christ subdued,
And Eden's harmony restored.

243.

C. M.

ELIZA COOK.

1 WHILE thousands move with aching head
And sing the ceaseless song,

'We starve, we die, oh give us bread!'
There must be something wrong.

2 When toiling millions work to fill
The wealthy coffers strong;

And hands are crushed that work and till,
There must be something wrong.

3 When from a thousand, one alone
In plenty rolls along-

The others left in want to moan,
There must be something wrong.

4' Until this system be undone,
The burden of our song

Shall be this one, this only one-
There must be something wrong.

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
With kindling drops of loving-kindness,
And knowledge pour,

From shore to shore,

Light on the eyes of mental blindness.

3 All Slavery, Warfare, Lies and Wrong,
All Vice and Crime might die together;
And fruit and corn,

To each man born,

Be free and warm as summer weather.

4 The meanest wretch that ever trod,
The deepest sunk in guilt and sorrow,
Might stand erect,

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
Pervert the meaning it should bear,
And feel their hearts with hatred stirred,
E'en while their plaudits load the air;
Yet will not we, thou mighty Thought,
Despair thy triumph yet to see,
Nor doubt the good that shall be wrought
In thy great name, Fraternity.

2 The preacher may belie his creed,
But still the truth preserves its flame
The sage may do a foolish deed,

Yet wisdom shares not in his shame:
Be scorning hushed, be cavil dumb,
Whatever evils men may see;
We'll look for blessings yet to come,
In thy great name, Fraternity.

;

1 How pleasing, Lord, to see,
How pure is the delight,

When mutual love and love to thee,
Community unite.

2 From these celestial springs

Such streams of comfort flow,
As no increase of riches brings,
Nor honor can bestow.

3 All in their stations move,
And each performs his part
In all the cares of life and love,
With sympathizing heart.

4 Formed for the purest joys,
By one desire possessed,
One aim the zeal of all employs
To make each other bless'd.

5 No bliss can equal theirs,

Where such affections meet;

WATTS.

While mingled praise and mingled pray'rs
Make their communion sweet...