Before the marvel of this night
adoring fold your wings and bow,
then tear the sky apart with light
and with your news the world endow,
proclaim the birth of Christ and peace,
that fear and death and sorrow cease.
Sing peace, sing peace, sing gift of peace, sing peace, sing gift of peace.
The love that we have always known,
our constant joy and endless light,
now to the love-less world be shown,
now break upon it’s deathly night.
Into one song compress the love
that rules our universe above.
Sing love, sing love, sing God is love, sing love, sing God is love.
Jaroslav Vajda, Before the Marvel of This Night.