Behold, from Realms of Light

Behold

from realms of light

God’s Son des­cends to earth;

His form di­vine with flesh He veils

And hum­ble is His birth.

The serv­ant’s form He wears

And takes the serv­ant’s place;

Upon a shame­ful cross ex­pires

To save our guil­ty race.

But in a dif­fer­ent form

He will one day be known;

In His great Fa­ther’s glo­ry dressed

And shin­ing in His own.

Amidst a glit­ter­ing train

He shall to earth des­cend:

And His ten thou­sand hap­py saints

Admiring shall at­tend.

Whilst they be­hold their king

With heav­en­ly glo­ries crowned

In sweet­est strains their tune­ful tongues

Shall His high hon­ors sound.

His foes shall trem­bling stand

Before His aw­ful throne;

Whilst to the world this right­eous Judge

Shall make His jus­tice known.