Peace.
1 How long, O Lord, his brother’s blood
Shall man in battle spill?
How long that mandate be withstood,
Which cries, “Thou shalt not kill?”
2 How long shall glory still be found
In scenes of cruel strife,
Where misery walks, a giant crowned,
Crushing the flowers of life?
3 O, hush, great God! the sounds of war,