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.