The coming of our God
The coming of our God Our thought must now employ, Then let us meet him on the road With songs'of holy joy.
The co-eternal Son A Maiden's offspring see, A servant's form Christ put on To set his people free.
Daughter of Sion, rise To greet thine infant King, Nor let thy stubborn heart despise The pardon he doth bring.
In glory from his throne Again will Christ descend, And summon all that are his own To joys that never end.
Let deeds of darkness fly Before the approaching morn, For unto sin 'tis ours to die And serve the Virgin born.
Our joyful praises sing To Christ, that set us free, Like tribute to the Father bring, And, Holy Ghost, to thee.