1 O Lord of Hosts, the earth is Thine,
The nations bow beneath Thy sway;
Thy wisdom, love and power divine
All things in Heav’n and earth obey.
2 The famine, pestilence and sword,
All these Thy righteous judgments are;
Yet mark not our deservings, Lord,
But lift from us the scourge of war.
3 The monarch’s haughtiness bow down,
The loftiness of man make low;
Let all the world Thy greatness own;
And peace return to dwell below.
4 O’er passions fierce and hatred sore
Shed down Thy healing love again:
Bid angel choirs sing out once more
"Peace on the earth, good will to men."
5 O Father, teach us brother’s love;
O Savior, make us one in Thee;
O Spirit, pour forth from above
Thy mercy, peace and unity.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11307
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