A cry, a wild and piercing cry,
From battlefield where millions lie;
The world at war our eyes behold,
A strife whose like has ne’er been told.
Warriors sheath the flaming sword,
The right shall rule through Christ the Lord,
’Twill not be long, ’twill not be long,
O praise His name, ’twill not be long.
With iron grasp and angry brow,
The nations wield their scepter now,
Compel their own with stern command,
Amid the ranks of death to stand.
Thou great Supreme and judge of all,
While at Thy feet we humbly fall,
O grant our prayer, our earnest plea,
That all the world at peace may be.