Scatters destruction like a ruthless foe!
6 No battle-word
Startles the sacred host with fear and dread!
The song of peace, Creation’s morning heard,
Is sung wherever angel-minstrels tread!
7 Let us depart
If scenes like these await the weary soul!
Look up, thou stricken one! Thy wounded heart,
Shall bleed no more at sorrow’s stern control!
8 With faith our guide,