Behold the Prince of Peace

Behold the Prince of Peace

The chos­en of the Lord;

God’s best be­lov­èd Son ful­fills

The sure pro­phet­ic word.

No roy­al pomp ad­orns

This King of right­eous­ness;

Meekness and pa­tience

truth and love

Compose His prince­ly dress.

The Spir­it of the Lord

In rich abun­dance shed

On this great Pro­phet gent­ly lights

And rests up­on His head.

The noi­sy breath of fame

His mo­dest ears de­cline;

Goodness in hum­ble si­lence shows

His char­ac­ter di­vine.

His arm shall nev­er break

The weak and bruis­èd reed;

He will sup­port its fee­ble frame

In ev­ery time of need.

The ten­der Je­sus spies

The pure

tho’ weak de­sire;

The smok­ing flax He will not quench

But fan the ho­ly fire.

Truth shall sup­port His throne

And make its glo­ri­ous way:

The Gen­tile world shall trust His grace

And cheer­ful hom­age pay.