Scripture Verse

He maketh peace in thy borders. Psalm 147:14


William W. How
© National Portrait Gallery

Words: Will­iam W. How, Psalms and Hymns, en­larged ed­i­tion, 1864, page 91, alt.

Music: Com­mand­ments (Ge­ne­va) Ge­ne­van Psal­ter, 1562 (🔊 pdf nwc).


O Lord of Hosts, the earth is Thine,
The nations bow beneath Thy sway;
Thy wisdom, love and power divine
All things in Heav’n and earth obey.

The famine, pestilence and sword,
All these Thy righteous judgments are;
Yet mark not our deservings, Lord,
But lift from us the scourge of war.

The monarch’s haughtiness bow down,
The loftiness of man make low;
Let all the world Thy greatness own;
And peace return to dwell below.

O’er passions fierce and hatred sore
Shed down Thy healing love again:
Bid angel choirs sing out once more
Peace on the earth, good will to men.

O Father, teach us brother’s love;
O Savior, make us one in Thee;
O Spirit, pour forth from above
Thy mercy, peace and unity.