HYMN LIX. The Prince of Peace.

James Montgomery

The Prince of Peace.

When war on earth suspended

His wild career of woes,

The Prince of Peace descended,

A guiltier strife to close:

Vain battles worms were waging

With their Creator God:

He came, and wrath assuaging,

Made peace with His own blood.

The storm that flamed and lower'd,

Was calm at His command;

The rod of Justice flower'd,

Like Aaron's, in His hand:

That sceptre, love-revealing,

Rebels approach and kiss;

Its leaves are for your healing,

Its fruits -- immortal bliss.