1 The Prince of Peace is come,
Ye nations shout and sing;
Let men and angels join their songs,
To hail this glorious King.
2 He takes the servant’s form;
He lays His glory by;
His heavenly Father’s bosom leaves,
And throne of majesty.
3 Light of the world He comes,
The blind receive their sight;
The mind now feels His gladdening ray,
And all within is light.
4 Physician blest He came,
And well employs His art;
With ease He makes the bruisèd whole,
And heals the broken heart.
5 His tears, His sighs and pains
Ease to the wounded give;
The kind physician dies to make
The dying patients live.
6 The great Redeemer comes,
And sounds a jubilee:
He burst the prison doors, and bids
The captive souls go free.
7 Evangelist divine,
He makes the Gospel known;
The poor the joyful tidings hear,
And their great prophet own.
8 Whilst gracious God I hear
Thy Gospel’s joyful sound,
May my glad heart, my tongue, my life,
Be all obedience found.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9462