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