Your armies marched and warred
five thousand patient years
through our hell, dark and scarred
dried up by death and fear
since the trumpets announced the Child
two thousand years ago
He will soon tame all that is wild
His peace will always hold
Redeemer, Peacemaker
give us tickers that don't grow old
receive us, Pacemaker
only your peace forever holds
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