The ambush and slaughter no longer be fear’d,
The tomahawk buried shall rest in the ground,
And peace and goodwill to the nations abound.
All spirit of war to the gospel shall bow,
The bow lie unstrung at the foot of the plow;
To prune the young orchard the spear shall be bent,
And love greet the world with a smile of content.
The words were found by the Southern Harmony compiler in Mercer’s Cluster. The tune is found also HH 277, OSH 160, SOC 167. It is possibly related to Petrie, Nos. 1030 and 1285.
No. 116
[DROOPING SOULS], OL 184
Hexatonic, mode 3 A (I II III — V VI VII)