4 Thousands, in every Christian land, Have never bowed the knee In worship to the idol-band Of strife and perfidy. 5 And these are one;--though some may bend Before the Virgin's shrine, While others' prayers and thanks ascend, Father! alone at Thine,-- 6 Yet they are one; if through their hearts The soul of love be poured, As swells some strain of various parts, Yet all in sweet accord. 184. S. M. Johns. Human Brotherhood. 1 Hush the loud cannon's roar, The frantic warrior's call! Why should the earth be drenched with gore? Are we not brothers all? 2 Want, from the wretch depart! Chains, from the captive fall! Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor's heart,-- Sufferers are brothers all. 3 Churches and sects, strike down Each mean partition-wall! Let love each harsher feeling drown,-- Christians are brothers all. 4 Let love and truth alone Hold human hearts in thrall, That heaven its work at length may own, And men be brothers all. 185. C. M. Gaskell. Peace. 1 How long, O Lord, his brother's blood Shall man in battle spill? How long that mandate be withstood, Which cries, "Thou shalt not kill?" 2 How long shall glory still be found In scenes of cruel strife, Where misery walks, a giant crowned, Crushing the flowers of life? 3 O, hush, great God! the sounds of war, And make Thy children feel That he, with Thee, is noblest far, Who toils for human weal;-- 4 And though forgotten, he alone Can be a Christian true Who would his foes as brethren own, And still their good pursue. 186. 7s. M. Milman. He Rebuked the Wind and the Sea. 1 Lord! thou didst arise and say To the troubled waters, Peace! And the tempest died away; Down they sank, the foaming seas, And a calm and heaving sleep Spread o'er all the glassy deep; All the azure lake serene Like another heaven was seen. 2 Lord! thy gracious word repeat To the billows of the proud! Quell the tyrant's martial heat, Quell the fierce and changing crowd! Then the earth shall find repose From oppressions, and from woes; And an imaged heaven appear In the world of darkness here. 187. L. M. * The Hope of Man. 1 The Past is dark with sin and shame, The Future dim with doubt and fear; But, Father, yet we praise Thy name, Whose guardian love is always near.