Scripture Verse

He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire. Psalm 46:9


Words: Anne Steele, Po­ems on Sub­jects Chief­ly De­vo­tion­al 1760, page 38.

Music: Men­don Ger­man tune, ar­ranged by Sam­uel Dy­er, Sup­ple­ment of Sam­uel Dy­er’s Third Edi­tion of Sac­red Mu­sic, 1828 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Steele (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Great Rul­er of the earth and skies,
A word of Thy al­migh­ty breath
Can sink the world, or bid it rise;
Thy smile is life, Thy frown is death.

When an­gry na­tions rush to arms,
And rage and noise, and tu­mult reign,
And war re­sounds its dire al­arms,
And slaugh­ter spreads the hos­tile plain;

Thy so­ve­reign eye looks calm­ly down,
And marks their course, and bounds their pow­er;
Thy word the an­gry na­tions own,
And noise and war are heard no more.

Then peace re­turns with bal­my wing,
Sweet peace! with her what bless­ings fled!
Glad plen­ty laughs, the val­leys sing,
Reviving co­mmerce lifts her head.

Thou good, and wise, and right­eous Lord,
All move sub­ser­vi­ent to Thy will;
And peace and war await Thy word,
And Thy sub­lime de­crees ful­fill.

To Thee we pay our grate­ful songs,
Thy kind pro­tect­ion still im­plore;
O may our hearts, and lives and tongues
Confess Thy good­ness and ad­ore.