2 O, show thyself the Prince of Peace;
Command the din of war to cease;
O, bid contending nations rest,
And let thy love rule every breast!
3 Then peace returns with balmy wing;
Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing;
Reviving commerce lifts her head,
And want, and woe, and hate, have fled.
4 Thou good and wise, and righteous Lord,
All move subservient to thy word;