Advent 24

Only time will tell

If there's a hell

Where Son goes down

If furnace of dancing stars

In a final flash of light

Will ever breathe gold

In tales of gods foretold

You will not grow weary

You will not grow old

The laurel for you to hold

As the world dissolves

In races held in foggy cold

And though evil howls in dark,

And lies and missiles fly alike

While friends and nations fight;

One by one the candles light

So make room in my heart: come,

Saviour of the world!