O Prince of Peace! O Sharon’s dewy Rose.
The night is dark and cold the wind that blows,
And yet you come among us lowly,
Born of maiden mother pure and holy.
How strange and painful the way you chose.
O Prince of Peace! O Sharon’s dewy Rose.
Amid the poor, the outcasts of the earth, You chose to dwell.
You shunned a kingly birth;
Yet watching round were Angel choirs in glory,
Their songs celestial sounding forth the story,
And light from yonder Star still glows,
O Prince of Peace! O Sharon’s dewy Rose.