  Unnumbered tears the nations now are shedding, Unnumbered drops of blood are yet to flow; Unnumbered souls the call to arms are dreading, But silently and humbly they go. Unnumbered mothers’ hearts are aching, Unnumbered homes have lost a noble son; Unnumbered orphans this war is making, And still, sorrows have just begun. The wickedness of men has caused this war, And God can only tell who is to win. From God’s ways they have strayed so far, Until they are lost in darkness and sin. Who knows what God has planned for coming ages? Who knows what the morrow will bring? Yet, over honor and wealth each nation rages, While nature of its Creator sings. Oh, nations of the earth, the day is nearing When the Son of God is coming to judge the world. Instead of strife, His name all should be fearing, For the flag of His wrath shall be unfurled. Confess that He is over every nation; Confess that He is true and just; Confess that He’s the author of creation— Then serve Him only and in Him put your trust. Will God answer the prayer of any nation Whose hearts are full of prejudice and strife? No. He answers the prayers of the righteous, And the righteous shall inherit “Eternal Life.” |
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