STILL, STILL, STILL

(words by Kenneth Cope

music:  traditional Austrian carol)

 

Still, still, still comes the thrill of our Savior’s birth

Loved by the high and lowly in station

Reverenced in every language and nation

Still, still, still comes the thrill of our Savior’s birth

 

Peace, peace, peace—’tis the season of His peace

Love shows its face with God in a manger

Mercy’s embraced while hate’s made a stranger

Peace, peace, peace—’tis the season of His peace

 

Wake, nations wake—’tis the eve of our Lord’s return

Come from His throne to those who receive Him

Making on earth one long Christmas season

Wake, nations wake, and prepare for the Lord’s return