1 How God who calls us each by name
and loves us, friend and foe, the same,
must weep with sorrow at the sight
of soldiers fighting in the night.

2 Our hearts are heavy too with grief,
at violence beyond belief.
We mourn each tragic loss of life,
each wounded victim in the strife.

3 With all our being we deplore
that nations must resort to war,
that good intentions cannot find
another way, a common mind.

4 May God release love’s mighty power
to save us in this dreadful hour
from bitter hatred and ill will,
divisions that divide us still.

5 Let vengeance be of no avail,
and peace with justice soon prevail,
that we may live as God intends,
no longer foes, forever friends.