The Mansions of the Lord

To Fallen soliders let us sing,
Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing,
Our broken Brothers let us bring
To the Mansions of the Lord

No more weeping,
No more flight,
No friends bleeding through the night,
Just Divine Embrace,
Eternal Light,
In the Mansions of the Lord

Where no Mothers cry,
And no children weep,
We shall stand and guard
Though the Angels sleep,
Oh, through the Ages safely keep
The Mansions of the Lord