Messiah, Prince of peace!
Where men each oth­er tear,
Where war is learned, they must con­fess,
Thy king­dom is not there;
Who, prompt­ed by Thy foe,
Delight in hu­man blood,
Apollyon is their king, we know,
And Sa­tan is their god.

But shall he still de­vour
The souls re­deemed by Thee?
Jesus, stir up Thy glo­ri­ous pow­er
And end th’apos­ta­sy!
Come, Sav­ior, from above,
O’er all the earth to reign;
And plant the king­dom of Thy love
In ev­ery heart of man.

Then shall we ex­er­cise
The hell­ish art no more,
While Thou our long-lost pa­ra­dise
Dost with Thy­self re­store.
Fightings and wars shall cease,
And, in Thy Spir­it giv’n,
Pure joy and ev­er­last­ing peace
Shall turn our earth to Heav’n.