Lo, an ar­my is ad­vanc­ing,
Not with beat of throb­bing drum,
Not with ban­ners proud­ly wav­ing
Do the hap­py my­ri­ads come,
But their hearts a-throb with lov­ing,
Eyes with love that shine sin­cere,
And they sing aloud in an­them
That the rule of peace is here,
Swords are beat­en in­to plough shares,
Into prun­ing hooks the spear.

Even now the light-spires daz­zle
And the note of hope is heard,
Man is learn­ing God’s new lang­uage,
Building let­ters to a word;
And the coun­cils men have dark­ened
Come like jew­els flash­ing bright
As he trusts the voice with­in him,
And the Spi­rit gives him sight;
And the pro­mise nears ful­fill­ment,
That the world shall see the light.

Ye who hold each man a bro­ther,
For the bro­ther love of Christ,
Who with clear eyed pu­ri­ty do
Keep in heart a dai­ly tryst,
Let me grasp the hand fra­ter­nal,
One in love and ser­vice we,
Now, as in a mir­ror dark­ly,
Face to face we yet shall see.
Fellow work­ers with the Fa­ther,
Let us fel­low help­ers be!