HE maketh peace, the glorious work is done,
And that which could disturb is ever gone,
He gave Himself for those by sin defiled,
And enemies have now been reconciled.
He maketh peace
He maketh peace, the wound not slightly healed,
Nothing unsound beneath, no sin concealed;
For He Who knew no sin, was yet the One
Made sin for us, God’s well-beloved Son.
He maketh peace.
He preacheth peace to those far off and near;
How beautiful His feet, who still doth bear
Good tidings, published on the mountains high,
And calls to those far off, to bring them nigh.
He preacheth peace.
He preacheth peace, peace through His cross today,
Ye troubled ones, O turn without delay,
Tidings of light and peace to you He brings,
Shows how that light amidst your darkness springs.
He preacheth peace.
He is our peace, in Him ’tis all secure,
In Him it now subsists and must endure;
Peace made and preached, and peace in Him possessed,
What welcome news is this to souls oppressed!
He is our peace.
He is our peace; O may our souls repose
In Him, our Lord, Who daily grace bestows
And seeks to draw us to His trusted side,
That we may ever in His love abide.
He is our peace.