the teacher of truth told tales of trouble times that would begin and the cynical sower sowed the sorrowful seeds of seven sins the people placed a price upon the prince of perfect peace and the one who wooed the world was wounded look unto the east the morning moved in mournfully with many moments marred by brawny beast who beat the beauty bound and bit and barred they laid the lash upon him low his lips moved not the least watch him come from where he did go look unto the east the devil drew his darts and the dearest dove came droppin down but the spirits slips in soft and sweetly unseen with no sound the comforter the counselor with us till time is ceased and the groom will return for his bride look unto the east