
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long
Beneath the angel strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring
O hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing
For lo! the days are hastening on
By prophet bards foretold
When with the ever circling years
Comes round the age of gold
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendours fling
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing
From MLJTrust.org #2035