The Coming One

Who is this that com­eth in the star­lit glow

As a new­born in­fant

to the mang­er low;

While the shep­herds won­der at the won­drous sight

While the an­gel chor­us wakes the si­lent night?

’Tis the Meek and Low­ly

Just and Ho­ly One;

This is He that com­eth—God’s be­lov­èd Son:

’Tis the Meek and Low­ly

Just and Ho­ly One;

This is He that com­eth—God’s be­lov­èd Son.

Who is this that com­eth

this poor Na­za­rene

With His time­ly coun­sel

with His fault­less mien;

With His help and heal­ing for the lame

the blind

For the poor

the needy

for the bur­dened mind?

Who is this that com­eth

spurn­ing earth­ly gain

To the mid­night gar­den

to the cross of pain;

Cometh forth tri­umph­ant

from the seal­èd grave

Cometh in His beau­ty

in His might to save?