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An Advent Hymn

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* These songs echo throughout our home all year, but especially during this season.
--
Josh Garrels | O Day of Peace & Come to Him

 O day of peace
that dimly shines
through all our hopes, and prayers, and dreams
Guide us to justice, truth, and love
Delivered from
our selfish schemes

 May the swords of hate
fall from our hands
Our hearts from envy
find release
Till by God's grace
our warring world
shall see Christ's promised reign of peace

 Then shall the wolf
dwell with the lamb
Nor shall the fierce devour the small
As beats and cattle calmly graze
a little child
Shall lead them all

 Then enemies
shall learn to love
All creatures find their true according
The hope of peace
shall be fulfilled
For all the earth
shall know
the Lord

 Come to Him
with all of your heart
Come and lay
your burdens down
For peace he came to give
and joy shall be the crown
And joy shall be
the crown
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