Classic Poem

1. Heralds of Christ, who bear the King's commands,
2. Through desert ways, dark fen, and deep morass,
Immortal tidings in your mortal hands, Pass
Through jungles, sluggish seas, and mountain pass, Build
on and carry swift the news ye bring:
ye the road, and falter not, nor stay;
Make straight, make straight the highway of the King.
Prepare across the earth the King's highway.

3. Where once the crooked trail in darkness wound
Let marching feet and joyous song resound,
Where burn the funeral pyres, and censers swing,
Make straight, make straight the highway of the King.

4. Lord, give us faith and strength the road to build,
To see the promise of the day fulfilled,
When war shall be no more and strife shall cease
Upon the highway of the Prince of Peace.