The Prince of Peace Is Come

The Prince of Peace is come

Ye na­tions shout and sing;

Let men and an­gels join their songs

To hail this glo­ri­ous King.

He takes the serv­ant’s form;

He lays His glo­ry by;

His heav­en­ly Fa­ther’s bo­som leaves

And throne of ma­jes­ty.

Light of the world He comes

The blind re­ceive their sight;

The mind now feels His glad­den­ing ray

And all with­in is light.

Physician blest He came

And well em­ploys His art;

With ease He makes the bruis­èd whole

And heals the brok­en heart.

His tears

His sighs and pains

Ease to the wound­ed give;

The kind phy­si­cian dies to make

The dy­ing pa­tients live.

The great Re­deem­er comes

And sounds a ju­bi­lee:

He burst the pri­son doors

and bids

The cap­tive souls go free.

Evangelist di­vine

He makes the Gos­pel known;

The poor the joy­ful tid­ings hear

And their great pro­phet own.

Whilst gra­cious God I hear

Thy Gos­pel’s joy­ful sound

May my glad heart

my tongue

my life

Be all obe­di­ence found.