The Son of God goes forth for peace,
Our Fa­ther’s love to show;
From war and woe He brings re­lease,
O, who with Him will go?
He strikes the fet­ters from the slave,
Man’s mind and heart makes free;
And sends His mes­sen­gers to save
O’er ev­ery land and sea!

The Son of God goes forth for peace,
That men like bro­thers live,
And all de­sire the oth­er’s good,
And oth­ers’ sin for­give.
He turns our spears to prun­ing hooks,
Our swords to plough­shares warm,
And war no more its death-blast brings,
Nor men their broth­ers harm!

The Son of God goes forth for peace,
Nor lands nor pow­er to gain;
He seeks to serve, to love, to lift—
Who fol­lows in His train?
A glo­ri­ous band, in ev­ery age,
In spite of scorn and pain,
True sons of God, His peace have made;
Who fol­lows in their train?

Now let the world to peace be won,
And every hat­red slain;
Let force and greed be ov­er­come
And love su­preme re­main!
Let jus­tice rule in all the earth,
And mer­cy while we live,
Lest we—for­giv­en much—for­get
Our bro­ther to for­give!

We send our love to ev­ery land—
True neigh­bors would we be;
And pray God’s peace to reign in them,
Where’er their home­land be!
O God, to us may grace be giv’n,
Who bear the dear Christ’s name,
To live at peace with ev­ery man,
And thus our Christ ac­claim!