Hear, O God, this holy season, my prayer for peace on all the earth; You came on earth to be our Brother- No other reason for Your birth.
You came not as a conquering monarch. To force allegiance from a slave- You came to win our love and service, As a Child in a dim-lit cave. A little Child will surely lead us Where a Conquerer must fail- E'en three rich kings on stately camels, Bowing, murmured "Child, all hail." And so my prayer for peace I whisper, To the God who made us all; Little Child, Our God, our Brother, On this our earth let blessings fall.