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ANGEL OF PEACE.

Oliver Wendell Holmes. Matthias Keller.

1. An - gel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! Spread thy white wings to the

2. Brothers we meet, on this al - tar of thine Ming -ling the gifts we have

3. An - gels of Beth - le - hem, an-swer the strain! Hark! a new birthsong is


1. An - gel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! Spread thy white wings to the

2. Brothers we meet, on this al - tar of thine Ming-ling the gifts we have

3. An - gels of Beth-le - hem, an-swer the strain! Hark! a new birthsong is

Maestoso.

sun - shine of love! Come while our voi - ces are blend - ed in song,—

gath-ered for thee. Sweet with the o - dors of myr - tle and pine,

fill - ing the sky I — Loud as the stormwind that tum - bles the main


sun - shine of love! Come while our voi - ces are blend - ed in song,—

gath-ered for thee. Sweet with the o - dors of myr - tle and pine,

fill - ing the sky I — Loud as the stormwind that tum - bles the main

Fly to our ark like the storm-beat-en dove! Fly to our ark on the

Breeze of the prai - rie and breath of the sea,— Meadow and mountain and

Bid the full breath of the or - gan re-ply,— Let the loud tem - pest of


Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove! Fly to our ark on the

Breeze of the prai - rie and breath of the sea,— Meadow and mountain and

Bid the full breath of the or - gan re - ply,— Let the loud tem - pest of


wings of the dove,— Speed o'er the far-sounding bil - lows of song,

for - est and sea! Sweet is the fragrance of myr-tle and pine,

voi - ces re - ply,— Roll its long surge like the earthshaking main!


wings of the dove,— Speed o'er the far-sounding bil - lows of song,

for - est and sea! Sweet is the fragrance of myr-tle and pine,

voi - ces re - ply,— Roll its long surge like the earthshaking main!

Crowned with thine ol - ive - leaf gar - land of love,— An - gel of

Sweet - er the in - cense we of - f er to thee, Broth-ers once

Swell the vast song till it mounts to the sky!— An - gels of


Crowned with thine ol - ive - leaf gar - land of love,— An - gel of

Sweet - er the in - cense we of - f er to thee. Broth-ers once

Swell the vast song till it mounts to the sky!— An - gels of


Peace, thou hast wait - ed too long!

more round this al - tar of thine!

Beth -le - hem.ech - o the strain!


Peace, thou hast wait - ed too long!

more round this al - tar of thine!

Beth -le - hem.ech - o the strain!

This work was published before January 1, 1927, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

 
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