All who earnestly desire and look for the millennial glory of the church should consider that it can never arrive until the spirit and practice of war are abolished. All who love our Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity cannot but ardently desire that wars may cease to the ends of the earth and that mankind should embrace each other as brethren. If so, is it not their duty to do all in their power to promote so benevolent an object? Ought not every individual Christian to conduct in such a manner that if every other person imitated his example it would be best for the whole? If so, would they not immediately renounce everything that leads to wars and fightings and embrace everything which would promote that glorious reign of righteousness and peace for which they earnestly hope, long, and pray? "The work of righteousness shall be peace, and the effect of righteousness, quietness and assurance forever." FOOTNOTES: [1] Says the Rev. Dr. Scott, in his Essay, p. 422: "We ought not therefore to fear our enemies because he will be with us, and if God be for us, who can be against us? Or who can doubt but he that is in us is greater than he that is in the world? This was typically intimated in the promises made to Israel respecting their wars with the Canaanites and other nations, which were shadows and figures of the good fight of faith." Bishop Horne, in his preface to the Psalms, views the subject in the same light. [2] All these objections introduced are carefully selected from some of the ablest advocates for the lawfulness of war. [3] The last point American Christians will give up is the justification of their fathers in the War of the Revolution. HYMN SUGGESTED BY THE PRECEDING TRAIN OF THOUGHT, AND APPENDED TO THE ORIGINAL EDITION OF THE ESSAY ON WAR Great Sun of glory, rise and shine, Dispel the gloom of night; Let the foul spirits stretch their wings, And fly before thy light. Rebuke the nations, stop their rage, Destroy the warrior's skill, Hush all the tumults of the earth; O speak! say, "Peace, be still." Break, break the cruel warrior's sword, Asunder cut his bow, Command him by thy sovereign word To let the captives go. No more let heroes' glory sound, No more their triumphs tell, Bring all the pride of nations down-- Let war return to hell. Then let thy blessed kingdom come, With all its heavenly train, And pour thy peaceful spirit down, Like gentle showers of rain. Then shall the prowling beasts of prey, Like lambs be meek and mild; Vipers and asps shall harmless twine Around the weaned child. The happy sons of Zion sit Secure beneath their vines; Or, shadowed by their fig-tree's tops, Shall drink their cheering wines. The nations to thy scepter bow, And own "thy gentle sway"; Then all the wandering tribes of men To thee their tribute pay.