The world is weary of the din of war,
The clash of arms, the scream of shell and mine;
Weary of blood, and weary of the din
Of hatred's voice, and of the lust of crime.

Weary of strife, and weary of the tears
That flow from eyes of women and of men;
Weary of death, and weary of the fears
That haunt the night, and darken all the ken.

Oh, let us pause, and let us hear the voice
Of Peace, that speaks in accents soft and clear;
Let us forget the hate, and let us close
The wounds that war has made, and heal the tear.

Let us unite, and let us build anew
A temple to the God of Love and Peace;
A temple where no sword shall ever shine,
And where no banner shall be seen to wave.

A temple where the nations shall unite,
And live in harmony and brotherhood;
A temple where the world shall find its light,
And where its peace shall be eternal food.

Oh, let us build this temple, and let us make
It fair and beautiful, and let us fill
Its courts with all the treasures of the race,
And let us make it holy ground to all.

Then shall the world be filled with joy and peace,
And men shall live in love and brotherhood;
And war shall cease, and sorrow shall decrease,
And death shall be no more, and all shall be good.