Ye that sang, “Peace on earth”?
To us yet speak the strains,
Wherewith, in time gone by,
Ye blessed the Syrian swains,—
O Voices of the sky!
2 O clear and shining Light, whose beams,
That hour, heaven’s glory shed
Around the palms, and o’er the streams,
And on the shepherds’ head!
Be near, through life and death,