WAR by C. P. Bollman

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Sep 8, 1914

WAR

By C. P. Bollman

By C. P. BOLLMAN

There comes the sound of marching men, The tread of many feet. The bugle call, the roll of drum, My wakened ears now greet.

I hear the roar of heavy guns. I see the fitful flash. I hear the awful, awful sound As sword and saber clash.

I see the decimated ranks Reform and charge the foe; But O, I dare not, can not think That God would have it so!

Come, Prince of peace, ascend Thy throne, Thy gracious reign begin. Come, usher in that joyful day When righteousness shall win.