Sweet day of peace, we welcome thee!
Thy coming, angels sang of old
And prophets through the night foretold,
Ere dimmer eyes could see.
No subtle strife in thy fair light
Can brew again the storms of hell,
For lo! our God with men doth dwell
In glory and in might.
Oh, let the nations thankful be!
For there is peace,—that perfect peace
Which brings the weary earth release
From care and sets it free.