  O dove of peace, where art thou now? Come soothe man’s wearied soul; Bring him a message of peace, Far better than honor or gold. Thy hiding place to man is unknown, For his path is dark with sin; Bring him a message from on high, From Christ his dearest friend. He is trusting in his own weak power, Instead of God’s holy word; Come stop the sounds of cannons and guns, That thy message may be heard. Come quickly we pray, O dove of peace, For men are tramping God’s mercies under their feet; Women and children are without food, O come we earnestly entreat. O come dove of peace in these days of turmoil, Teach men that the message was sent; From God our Creator and King of all men, Who is pleading with them to repent. His spirit will not always strive with man, When gone it will return no more; Ye ungodly men who are ignoring his word, He is knocking at your heart’s door. O dove of peace, O come, O come, Sound thy message of peace and love; Until every nation shall lay down arms, And look to God who reigns above. |
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