Come, peace of God, and dwell again on earth.
Come, with the calm that hailed thy Prince’s birth.
Come with the heal­ing of thy gen­tle touch.
Come, peace of God, that this world needs so much.

Break ev­ery wea­pon forged in fires of hate.
Turn back the foes that would as­sail thy gate:
Where fields of strife lie de­so­late and bare,
Take thy sweet flow’rs of peace and plant them there.

Bring self­ish lives from sha­dow­lands of loss,
Into the ra­dia­nce of the Sav­ior’s cross.
Where in that gift so pre­cious, yet so lone,
Life finds its bro­ther­hood and love its throne.

Come, bless­èd peace, as when, in hush of eve,
God’s be­ne­dict­ion falls on souls who grieve;
As shines a star when wea­ry day de­parts,
Come, peace of God, and rule with­in our hearts.