4 O, never falter! peace must come by pain;
Heaven is not found, but won;
Hold the dark angel till he moulds again
The peace he hath undone.
5 We know not, Lord, what storms and trials strong
Must work our world’s new birth;
But we will toil, with this for working-song,—
“Peace to the weary earth!”
6 Peace to the weary, struggling, sin-sick earth!
Peace to the heart of man!