Wednesday, 4 January 2017
Prince of Peace.
To be sung to Picardy.
Let all angry voices be silent
And all burning tempers allayed.
Let all wrathful weapons of bygone
Eras nevermore be displayed.
Christ the Lord has come to save us
From our warring states betrayed.
Rank on rank the towering cedars
Pointing up into the sky.
Breathe the air of forest stillness
From the canopy on high.
In this verdant vale of Heaven
God's cathedral will be found.
And the Light is coming to us
Guiding us along the way.
God the Father always with us
In the realms of endless day,
That the powers of hell may vanish
As the darkness clears away.
At His throne we bow down gladly
Praying that His will be done.
Light of Love above and around us
Fills our hearts with endless joy.
Alleluia, Lord most high.
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