THE PRINCE OF PEACE.
Conquered, we shall conquer ! They have not hurt the* soul, For there is another Captain Whose legions around us roll, Battling ac ross the wastes of death Till all be healed and whole. Till, members of one body, Our agony shall cease; Till, like a song through < haos. His marching worlds increase; Till the souls that sit in darkness Behold the Prince of Peace; Till the dead cross breaks in blossoms, Till the God we sacrificed, W ith that same love He gave us, Stretch out His arm to save us. Yea —till God save the people, And heal the wounds of Christ.
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White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 271, 18 January 1918, Page 8
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107THE PRINCE OF PEACE. White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 271, 18 January 1918, Page 8
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