The American Consummation. By A. H. Laidlaw

    The day of War is over
    When, to please a Prince alone,
    A thousand slaughtered wretches
    Were to the eagles thrown.
    There is gloom upon its glory,
    There is rust upon its sword,
    For the day of Peace is dawning
    In the coming of the Lord.

    Arise in Christian manhood
    And join the joyous throng,
    With Jesus in your music
    And His mercy in your song;
    For His blood hath been the ransom
    For the World, for you, for me,
    And His love o’erflows the mountains
    In an everlasting sea.

    For the Christ who rose in glory
    Shall return to earth the same,
    And the warring hosts shall vanish
    At the voicing of His name;
    And the stars shall flash new splendors
    At the fulness of His grace,
    For the Heavens reflect His glory,
    And the Earth shall show His face.

    Then, with Mercy in the mighty,
    And forgiveness in the strong,
    The meek shall be our judges,
    And the Right shall rule the Wrong;
    And, with one acclaim, all peoples
    Will the Love of Jesus praise,
    And their Glory Hallelujahs
    Shall fill the happy days.