How shall the bayonet and bomb
Of war bring the millennium?
And how shall nations that draw food
From earth so saturate with blood
Sustain the liberty they save?
A world has pressed into the grave
Its young, the beautiful and brave.

Lord of our strength, and the vast source
Of war and peace in moving course,
Ruler of earth and universe,
Lift from each soul his ancient curse:
The cruel thought, the lying word,
The grasping hand, the vengeful sword.

Grant victory, to every man his part,
The battleline is drawn in every heart!

How shall the bayonet and bomb
Of war bring the millennium?
And how shall nations that draw food
From earth so saturate with blood
Sustain the liberty they save?
A world has pressed into the grave
Its young, the beautiful and brave.

Lord of our strength, and the vast source
Of war and peace in moving course,
Ruler of earth and universe,
Lift from each soul his ancient curse:
The cruel thought, the lying word,
The grasping hand, the vengeful sword.

Grant victory, to every man his part,
The battleline is drawn in every heart!