The Final Glory Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Christ is our strength where'er we go
Faith in Him doth grow - doth grow.
Jubilation to the world He'll bring.
Born in a stable, that we know
Come, hear the precious angels sing.

Christ takes away our darkest fear
He's ever near - ever near.
On high, He reigns as heaven's King...
We see His Cross ~ the face so dear
As holy yule-tide carols ring.

Peace to the world, battle is o'er
There's no more war - no more war.
Soon cometh the Final Victory...
Ovation will spread from shore to shore.
No greater glory could there be.