The Kings of the earth and their kin
Have left their marks on the earth;
The lords of the east and the west
Have made millions to kneel by their birth.
But the song that is oldest is wisest,
And all that it tells is this:
One King shall remain,
One Song shall be sung.
When time comes for the end of the earth.

The statues of metal and stone
May last while wind grinds their gray;
The statutes of thought and of ink
Have that wisdom which bears no decay.
But the song that is oldest is wisest,
And all that it tells is this:
One King shall remain,
One Song shall be sung.
When time comes for the end of the earth.

The words come of iv’ry and fire
Deep-mark the minds of clay men; 
The siren of cause and of pow’r
Sings with lure which carves grooves on time’s ken.
But the song that is oldest is wisest,
And all that it tells is this:
One King shall remain,
One Song shall be sung.
When time comes for the end of the earth.
The wise of new gold and old mud
Did stand in counsel as one;
The burst of their bonds and of cords
Was their plot and their hate for the Son.
But the song that is oldest is wisest,
And all that it tells is this:
One King shall remain,
One Song shall be sung.
When time comes for the end of the earth.