810. C. M. Mrs. Livermore. Peace.
1 No warlike sounds awoke the night,
Announcing Jesus' birth,
But angels borne on wings of light,
Who chanted |Peace to earth!|
2 Not in the warrior's armor mailed
Was Christ the Saviour found;
Not striving, when by wrath assailed
Not with the laurel crowned.
3 But meek and lowly was his life,
The gentle Prince of Peace,
Whose law condemns the hostile strife,
And bids dissensions cease.
4 Then let the war-cry ne'er be rung
Beneath the smiling sky,
Nor to the clouds the banner flung
That tells of victory.
5 But let the blissful period haste,
When, hushed the cannon's roar,
The sword shall cease mankind to waste,
And war shall be no more.