"Hush the noise, ye men of strife,
and let the angels sing."
On this Thankgiving Day we - as a whole world standing together - offer gratitude to you, our God who is in everything, is everywhere and whispers deep into our hearts your great love song to us. We thank you for all the blessings in our world today, especially the peace between Israel and Gaza.
I have a dream of peace for all everywhere and am so very grateful to all those brave ones who have given so much to help build that great peace for our earth.
May this wonderful, blessed peace last and may it be the door that opens into an even more beautiful golden age and a renewed life for all on the Earth including the Earth herself.
Listen now as the angels sing open the timeless gate to the future ...
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men,
From heaven's all-gracious King."
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains,
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessèd angels sing.
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing.
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing.
And ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
come swiftly on the wing.
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!
For lo!, the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
- Edmund Sears, 1849
(Original five-stanza hymn)
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
- Edmund Sears, 1849
(Original five-stanza hymn)
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