Faith beholds her enemies as sheaves for her to thresh, and by divine help she treads them down. We are more than conquerors, through our loving God.
No strife shall vex Messiah’s reign
Or mar those peaceful years;
To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.
No longer hosts encountering hosts,
Their millions slain deplore;
They hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.
Come, then! oh come from every land,
To worship at his shrine,
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy beauties shine.