Come Peace, a welcome waits thee, From many a stricken life; And many a heart-crushed mourner, Now weary of the strife; Methinks e’en now a footfall Breaks like music on my ear, As the distant sound of gladness, When ’tis borne on summer’s air.

May the echoes prove prophetic; May thy murmurs from afar Shed a radiance as refulgent, Beam as bright as Bethlehem’s Star. And the hearts that have been riven, And the bosoms that have bled, Soon will change their griefs to gladness, Yield to God and earth their dead.