TE DEUM

We thank Thee, O our God, for this
Long fought-for, hoped-for, prayed-for peace;
Thou dost cast down, and Thou upraise,
Thy hand doth order all our ways.

Lift all our hearts to nobler life,
For ever freed from fear of strife;
Let all men everywhere in Thee
Possess their souls in liberty.

Safe in Thy Love we leave our dead;
Heal all the wounds that war has made.
And help us to uproot each wrong,
Which still among us waxeth strong.

Break all the bars that hold apart
All men of nobler mind and heart;
Let all men find alone in Thee
Their one and only sovereignty!

TUNE-Old Hundredth.

THROUGH ME ONLY

Out of all the reek and turmoil
Of the dreadful battle-plain,
Came a voice insistent, calling,
Calling, calling, but in vain;—

"Through Me only

Shall the world have peace again."

But our hearts were too sore-burdened,
Fighting foes and fighting pain,

And we heeded not the clear voice,
Calling, calling all in vain;-

"Through Me only Shall the world have peace again."

Now, at last, the warfare ended,
Dead the passion, loosed the strain,
Louder still that voice is calling;
Shall it call and call in vain?

"Through Me only

Shall the world have peace again."

THROUGH ME ONLY (continued)

Now we hear it; now we hearken,

In the silence of our slain,

Broken hearts new homes would build them

Of the fragments that remain.

"Through Me only

Shall the world have peace again."

Lord, we know it by our sorrows,
Might of man can ne'er attain

That Thou givest.

Now we offer

Thee the Kingship. Come and reign!

Through Thee only

Shall our loss be turned to gain.

Show us, Lord, all Thou would'st have us Do to garner all Thy grain.

Thy deep ploughing, Thy sure sowing

Richest harvest shall obtain.

Only come Thou,

Come and dwell with us again!

TUNE-Abbeycombe.

PRINCE OF PEACE

O Thou who standest both for God and Man,
O King of Kings, who wore no earthly crown,
O Prince of Peace, unto Thy feet we come,

And lay our burden down.

The weight had grown beyond our strength to bear,

Thy Love alone the woful thrall can break,
Thy Love, reborn into this world of care,
Alone can life remake.

How shall we turn to good this weight of ill?
How of our sorrows build anew to Thee?
"Of your own selves ye cannot stand or build,-
Only through Me,-through

Me!"

O, turn once more to Thee the hearts of men, Work through the leaven of our grief and pain, Let not these agonies be all in vain,

Come, dwell with us again!