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.