What is this sound I hear far-flung
Around this weary world?
"PEACE!" What a word for sin-sick souls
And war-racked fields of old.
"There is no PEACE" for this poor world
That murdered God's dear Son
Until the Church is called away
And judgment's day is run.
This weary world, with all its care,
Its turmoil, grief, and pain,
No lasting "PEACE" shall ever know
Till Christ the Lord shall reign.
Hold forth the Word of Life, dear saint!
Sweet portion here below!
To point poor dying souls to Christ,
The only "PEACE" we know.