Not in vast concourses where men foregather,
And human plans and policies increase,
But in deep silences, when God is speaking,
Is found the way of peace.
Not in tumultuous shoutings, foolish boastings
Of peoples madly selfish for their own,
But in still places where the meek are praying,
The white dove, peace, is known.
In quiet hearts and patient understanding
Of how to gain and use God's saving grace,
There, in each consecrated life of service,
The peace of God has place.
From heart to the heavenly passes,
Peace on the earth, good will to men. A balm
That makes all deserts bloom, stills storm-tossed waters
With holy, healing calm.
Surely we know this leaven of Truth is working
Till, thoughts of men transformed, all strife shall cease;
And nations, loving, serving brother nations,
Have found the way of peace.
