The Eighth Hungarian Tribe, 1986 (13. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1986-11-01 / 11-12. szám
Üfumjariatt íEtgbib Srtbe IFounbation NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS: P.O. Box 637, Ligonier, PA 15658 - (Tel: 412-834-0169) NOVEMBER/DECEMBER, 1986 “CHRISTMAS” Today, peace should reign, It should be the Messiah’s day, If but the world would turn to heaven And would accept its salvation! This should be the day for men To embrace their fellowmen! But there is no gratitude, no peace, The world is sick, it just might cease! The heart has stopped, the soul has left, Flesh alone has desire and zest! Herod, everywhere, is the boss, Yet the truth belongs to the cross! Man is lost, with no safe haven, Since he employed lenses in search of heaven. Cursed is the coming of the Prince of Peace The world is sick, it just might cease! Men war against men, Unity of thought, there is none! The Messiah’s home has been destroyed, His moral teachings have been refused! But he, who with a soul has been blessed, Animally can find no rest! Almighty heaven, the world, a new Saviour needs! The world is sick, it just might cease! Written by Endre Ady — 12-23-1899 Transliterated by Hugo Pfahler 1 * e/£ , * Jj Is-te^tól ^lejött T <rjoi<W Krisztus Urunknak Áldott Születésén (Rhythmic-version) This blessed day when Christ, our Savior was born, We will sing praises like the angels that morn, Who o’er the. fields of Bethlehem were winging, Joyfully singing: “Glory to God be in the highest heaven! Goodwill to all men, peace on earth be given," Good'vill to every tribe and every nation, And generation!
