Bright Harvest by Grace Noll Crowell - HTML preview

The Prince of Peace

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IS signature was “Peace.” His music came

Echoing down the wave lengths of the

earth

That far-off winter night. His given name

Was “Peace.” He was the Prince of Peace from

birth,

And dying, he left this priceless legacy:

“My peace I leave with you . . .” O blessed Lord;

How we have failed thee, how we have slighted

thee,

How often we forget thy gracious word!

We turn to thee, a world confused with strife;

We seek a way that we have lost, somehow;

We need the wisdom that thy birth, thy life,

Thy death should teach us, Lord, we need it now.

Within our hearts may stress and clamor die;

Among the nations may the tumult cease;

May righteousness prevail, all storms pass by:

Speak peace again, O blessed Prince of Peace.

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