The Prince of Peace

Enough of hostile arts, and war's alarms, Of garments roll'd in blood, and feats of arms; Soon may the brazen trumpet cease to sound, And the wide wasting scourge no more be found; A nobler theme my glowing bosom warms With brighter glories, and superior charms. Bless'd Comforter, who gave my soul to prove In early life the drawings of thy love; Deign from the heights of glory to impart A beam divine to animate my heart; To teach a worm Jehovah's name to sing, And celebrate the praises of my King.

Eternal blessings crown thy sacred head, O Jesus! first begotten of the dead. Prince of all earthly kings, whose righteous sway Thy creatures, both in heaven and earth, obey; Thou brighest blessing of the Father's love, Who bow'd the heav'ns, descending from above, And took man's nature, guilty man to raise From sin and death, to triumph through thy grace.

Behold, my soul, with reverential awe, The Lord of glory subject to the Law; An off'ring made upon the painful tree, Obedient to the death to ransom thee. O matchless love! the Just th' unjust to save, Visits the dreary mansions of the grave, Rises, ascends, and reigns at God's right hand, With every throne and power at his command.

Hail, glorious Conqu'ror! may thy peaceful reign Widely extend, and bless the earth again! Give from thy radiant throne, the sov'reign word, And multitudes shall rise to preach their Lord. Pity the millions of thy creatures bound In chains of awful darkness all around, And send thy light and truth with power divine, 'Till all the nations of the world are thine.

See, Lord, thy servants, touch'd with human woe, Assembled in thy hallow'd courts below, And realizing mis'ry's groan, appear To pour the fervent prayer, the pitying tear; Look down from heav'n with a propitious eye, ' Take thy great power, and bring thy kingdom nigh!' Let vanquish'd sinners bow before thy throne, And ev'ry tribe confess thee Lord alone.