For works with similar titles, see Peace on Earth.
PEACE ON EARTH
Tired was my soul, more weary than my frame,
Of life's hard battle between right and wrong;
Weary and sick I cried: "Not wealth or fame,
Give me not happiness or titled name,
But the sweet angel's song;
As the tired shepherds at the Saviour's birth,
May not God's angels sing me, Peace on Earth?"
Then a white angel opened wide the door,
Softly my weary spirit entered in
And God's pure angels, hovering gently o'er,
Shut out earth's strife and sin,
And folded their broad wings of light around
The Heavenly peace my soul on earth had found.
Of life's hard battle between right and wrong;
Weary and sick I cried: "Not wealth or fame,
Give me not happiness or titled name,
But the sweet angel's song;
As the tired shepherds at the Saviour's birth,
May not God's angels sing me, Peace on Earth?"
Then a white angel opened wide the door,
Softly my weary spirit entered in
And God's pure angels, hovering gently o'er,
Shut out earth's strife and sin,
And folded their broad wings of light around
The Heavenly peace my soul on earth had found.