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Arr. from Mozart

1. Years

are coming-speed them on-ward!-When the sword shall gather rust,

And the helmet, lance, and fal-chion Sleep at last in

Earth has heard too long of battle, Heard the trum-pet's voice too long;

But an-oth - er

age

ad-van- ces, Seers foretold in. an- cient song. A-MEN.

2 Years are coming when, forever,
War's dread banner shall be furled,
And the angel Peace be welcomed,
Regent of the happy world.
Hail with song that glorious era,
When the sword shall gather rust,
And the helmet, lance, and falchion
Sleep at last in silent dust.

Rev. Adin Ballou

1. We praise thee,if one rescued soul, While the past year prolonged its flight,

Turned,shuddering, from the poisonous bowl, To health,and liberty, and light. A - MEN.

paths

of service free; Tell me thy se cret, help me bear