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.