O Lord of Hosts, the Earth Is Thine

O Lord of Hosts

the earth is Thine

The na­tions bow be­neath Thy sway;

Thy wis­dom

love and pow­er di­vine

All things in Heav’n and earth ob­ey.

The fa­mine

pes­ti­lence and sword

All these Thy right­eous judg­ments are;

Yet mark not our de­serv­ings

Lord

But lift from us the scourge of war.

The mon­arch’s haugh­ti­ness bow down

The lof­ti­ness of man make low;

Let all the world Thy great­ness own;

And peace re­turn to dwell be­low.

O’er pas­sions fierce and hat­red sore

Shed down Thy heal­ing love again:

Bid an­gel choirs sing out once more

Peace on the earth

good will to men.

O Fa­ther

teach us bro­ther’s love;

O Sav­ior

make us one in Thee;

O Spir­it

pour forth from ab­ove

Thy mer­cy

peace and uni­ty.