*Treace upon earth; goodwill towards men": Sound thus the heavenly notes again An echo from the frosty skies A dream of bliss that smiles and dies?
Peace when the air shakes with alarms? Goodwill with Christendom in arms Where pain and want and sorrow dwell, How can the song of Christmas swell Here sweetest! For to men tis given Nearer to sound the news from Heaven, Of sin's cure; of a Saviour come Our Father's love; our welcome home.
And now with gentiest touch again.
Christ's pierced hand by beds of pain, Laid on His servants' hands, controls Fever's strong fires, and storm-tossed souls, Sing on, toil on, ye servants true, Watching your Master's will to do; Till with the dawn of heaven's glad day; Sorrow and sighing flee away.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.