Peace Is The First Thing The Angels

Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

Peace Is The First Thing The Angels Sang.

Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near.

Sprinkled Along The Waste Of Years Full Many A Soft Green Isle Appears: Pause Where We May Upon The Desert Road, Some Shelter Is In Sight, Some Sacred Safe Abode.

The Watchful Mother Tarries Nigh Though Sleep Have Closed Her Infant's Eye, For Should He Wake, And Find Her Gone.