How long, O Lord, his brother’s blood
Shall man in battle spill?
How long that mandate be withstood,
Which cries, “Thou shalt not kill?”
How long shall glory still be found
In scenes of cruel strife,
Where misery walks, a giant crowned,
Crushing the flowers of life?
O, hush, great God! the sounds of war,
And make Thy children feel
That he, with Thee, is noblest far,
Who toils for human weal;—
And though forgotten, he alone
Can be a Christian true
Who would his foes as brethren own,
And still their good pursue.
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #185||Peace||How long, O Lord, his brother's blood||Gaskell||C. M.||1866|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) #185||How long, O Lord, his brother's blood||Gaskell||1848|