Scripture Verse

He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks. Isaiah 2:4


Jessie S. Irvine (1836–1887)

Words: Ben­ja­min Bed­dome (1717–1795). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Adapt­ed to Pub­lic Wor­ship (Lon­don: Bu­rton & Briggs, 1818), num­ber 748, alt. Thanks­giv­ing for Peace.

Music: Cri­mond Jes­sie S. Ir­vine, in The North­ern Psal­ter, 1872. Har­mo­ny by Da­vid Grant (🔊 pdf nwc).

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


Sovereign of Heav’n and earth, be­hold
The na­tion at Thy feet;
There rich and poor, and young and old,
In low­ly pos­ture meet.

Thither would we with grate­ful frame,
Our thank­ful trib­ute bring,
And ce­le­brate the glo­ri­ous name
Of our ex­alt­ed king.

He breaks the bow and cru­el sword,
And makes the wars to cease;
Come, let us mag­ni­fy the Lord,
Who gives the na­tion peace.

The war­like trump no more we hear,
Inviting to the field;
No more do hos­tile ar­mies wear
The hel­met and the shield.

The thun­der­ing can­non cease to roar,
Nor spread de­struc­tion round;
The mur­der­ous en­gines now no more
Tear up the fer­tile ground.

See com­merce raise her faint­ing head,
And trade re­vive again;
Our nu­mer­ous fleets the seas o’er­spread,
And fear­less plow the main.

Before the Ma­jes­ty of Heav’n,
Our mer­cies past we own;
The work of peace alone was Thine:
Let praise sur­round the throne.