I HEARD THE SONGS ON CHRISTMAS DAY AS OLD FAMILIAR CAROLS PLAYED

AND WILD AND SWEET THE WORDS REPEAT—PEACE ON EARTH, GOODWILL TO MEN

AND EVERYWHERE THE DAY HAD COME WHEN ALL THE HEARTS OF EVERYONE

WERE HEARING THE UNBROKEN SONG—PEACE ON EARTH, GOODWILL TO MEN

AND IN DESPAIR I BOWED MY HEAD, "THERE IS NO PEACE ON EARTH," I SAID

THE POOREST CHILD IS STILL UNFED WHEN EVERY HOPE OF LOVE HAS FLED

FOR HATE IS STRONG AND MOCKS THE SONG—PEACE ON EARTH, GOODWILL TO MEN

YET STILL THE SONGS PLAYED LOUD AND DEEP—GOD IS NOT DEAD; HE'S NOT ASLEEP

THE WRONG SHALL FAIL; THE RIGHT PREVAIL WITH PEACE ON EARTH, GOODWILL TO MEN

AND RINGING, SINGING ON ITS WAY THE WORLD REVOLVED FROM NIGHT TO DAY

WITH HATEFUL HEARTS A MAN WAS SLAIN BUT FAINTLY IN THE DISTANCE SANG

A VOICE, A SONG STILL GROWING STRONG—PEACE ON EARTH, GOODWILL TO MEN

THAT'S WHY HE DIED FOR US

THAT'S WHY HE CRIED FOR US

THAT'S WHY HE GAVE FOR US

THAT'S WHAT HE PRAYED FOR US

GOODWILL TO MEN