Scripture Verse

They shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore. Isaiah 2:4

Introduction

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Adin Ballou (1803–1890)

Words: Adin Bal­lou, in The Gos­pel Psalm­ist, ed­it­ed by John G. Ad­ams & S. B. Ball (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: J. M. Ush­er, 1861), page 97.

Music: St. Clare Al­fred J. Eyre, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1889 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Alfred J. Eyre (1853–1919)

Lyrics

Years are com­ing—speed them on­ward!
When the sword shall ga­ther rust,
And the hel­met, lance and fal­chi­on,
Sleep in si­lent dust!

Earth has heard too long of bat­tle,
Heard the trum­pet’s voice too long!
But an­oth­er age ad­vanc­es,
Seers fore­told in song.

Years are com­ing when, for­ev­er,
War’s dread ban­ner shall be furled,
And the an­gel peace be wel­comed,
Regent of the world!

Hail with song that glo­ri­ous era,
When the sword shall ga­ther rust,
And the hel­met, lance and fal­chi­on,
Sleep in si­lent dust.