He Cometh, Father, as He Came of Old

He com­eth

Fa­ther

as He came of old

’Neath earth­ly veil con­cealed from mor­tal sight

Though now we hear no an­gel harps of gold

Nor see the glo­ry of the heav­en­ly light:

Look Thou in love

as on that won­drous birth

On this

His good will gift of peace to earth.

Thou com­est

Lord

and as in Beth­le­hem’s stall

Our gifts and greet­ings here we of­fer Thee.

Here spread a veil

then low ador­ing fall

Where as in Ma­ry’s arms by faith we see

God’s high­est glo­ry

gra­cious­ly en­shrined

In this Thy gift of peace to all man­kind.

He com­eth! Spir­it blest

Thy truth im­part

Brooding in love up­on the bread and wine

Make them

we pray

make ev­ery faith­ful heart

Like Ma­ry’s

meet to hold the Guest di­vine

God’s high­est glo­ry veiled from mor­tal ken

In this

His pro­mised gift of peace to men.

He com­eth

Fa­ther

here to seek His own

Thy Word made flesh—He deigns ’mid us to dwell

Thou com­est

Lord

from Thine eter­nal throne

By Thy sweet Spir­it’s pow­er

Em­ma­nu­el

And round Thy feet

we hymn Thy glo­ry still

With an­gel songs of peace and great good-will.