“Peace on earth! to man good-will!”
Let the skies our anthem fill!
R. Montgomery.
Hark! ’tis the prophet of the skies
Proclaims redemption near;
The night of death and bondage flies,
The dawning tints appear.
Zion, from deepest shades of gloom,
Awakes to glorious day;
Her desert wastes with verdure bloom,