2 Beneath the influence of thy grace The barren wastes shall rise, With sudden greens and fruits arrayed, A blooming paradise.
3 True holiness shall strike its root In each regenerate heart, Shall in a growth divine arise, And heavenly fruits impart.
4 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch Her wings from shore to shore; No trump shall rouse the rage of war, Nor murderous cannon roar.
5 Lord, for those days we wait;--those days Are in thy word foretold; Fly swifter, sun and stars, and bring This promised age of gold!
1 Joy to the earth! the Prince of Peace His banner has unfurled; Let strife, and sin, and error cease, And joy pervade the world!
2 Praise ye the Lord! for truth and grace His word and life display; Let every soul his love embrace, And own its gentle sway.
3 Peace on the earth, good will to men, Embraced the Gospel plan; Let that sweet strain be heard again, Which angel-tones began.
4 Joy to the isles and lands afar, Messiah reigns above; Let every eye behold the star, The star of light and love.
1 No warlike sounds awoke the night, Announcing Jesus' birth, But angels borne on wings of light, Who chanted "Peace to earth!"
2 Not in the warrior's armor mailed Was Christ the Saviour found; Not striving, when by wrath assailed Not with the laurel crowned.
3 But meek and lowly was his life, The gentle Prince of Peace, Whose law condemns the hostile strife, And bids dissensions cease.
4 Then let the war-cry ne'er be rung Beneath the smiling sky, Nor to the clouds the banner flung That tells of victory.
5 But let the blissful period haste, When, hushed the cannon's roar, The sword shall cease mankind to waste, And war shall be no more.
1 O'er mountain tops, the mount of God, In latter days, shall rise Above the summits of the hills, And draw the wondering eyes.
2 The beams that shine from Zion's hill Shall lighten every land; The King who reigns in Salem's towers Shall the whole world command.
3 Nor war shall rage, nor hostile strife Disturb those happy years; To ploughshares men shall beat their swords, To pruning-hooks their spears.
4 No longer host, encountering host, Shall crowds of slain deplore; They'll lay the martial trumpet by, And study war no more.
1 Peace! the welcome sound proclaim, Dwell with rapture on the theme; Loud, still louder, swell the strain: Peace on earth, good will to men.