THE COMING BAY OF PEACE, 



SONGS OF LONG AGO. 



Mine eyes have seen the dawning of a bright and glorious day, 

 When the war god's reign of anguish shall fore'er have passed away; 

 When the Prince of Peace in beauty o'er the nations shall hold sway, 

 For truth the day must gain. 



CHORUS : 



Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! 

 Glory, glory, hallelujah! The Prince of Peace shall reign. 



The war cloud shall no longer cast its blight o'er all the earth ; 

 Nor in army camps and barracks shall all evil things find birth ; 

 Nor a human soul be treated as a thing of trifling worth, 

 For right the day must gain. 

 CHORUS : 



The plow in peaceful industry shall supersede the sword, 

 And the pruning hook the bloody spear, for so hath said His word ; 

 While the nations trust for safety in the banner of the Lord, 

 For peace at last must reign. 

 CHORUS : 



THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS. 



I. 



The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, 



The woods against the stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; 



The heavy night hung dark, The hill and waters o'er, 



When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. 



II. 



Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; 



Not with the roll of stirring drums, Or trump that sings of fame ; 



Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear, 



They shook the depths of desert gloom With hymns of lofty cheer. 



III. 



What sought they thus afar, Bright jewels of the mine? 



The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine. 



Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, 



They have left unstained that there they found, Freedom to worship God. 



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