Listen not to the word that would have you believe That the voice of the age is a moan;
That the red hand of wrong
Is and strong,
And that wrong is triumphant alone;
There was never a time on the face of the earth
When love was so near its own.
Do you think that the love which has died for the world
Has not lived for the world also?
Filling man with the fire
Of a desire
To love all with a love that shall grow?
It was not for nothing the White Christ was born
Two thousand years ago.
The power that gave birth to the Son of the King
All life doth move and thrill,
Every age as ’tis passed
Comi............