1 Hush the loud cannon's road,
The frantic warrior's call!
Why should the earth be drenched with gore?
Are we not brothers all?
2 Want, from the wretch depart!
Chains, from the captive fall!
Sweet mercy, melt th' oppressor's heart--
Suff'rers are brothers all.
3 Churches and sects, strike down
Each mean partition wall!
Let love each harsher feeling drown--
Christians are brothers all.
4 Let love and truth alone
Hold human hearts in thrall,
That heaven its work at length may own,
And men be brothers all.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #802