The Only Son from Heaven

The on­ly Son from Heav­en

Foretold by an­cient seers

By God

the Fa­ther

giv­en

In hu­man shape ap­pears;

No sphere His light con­fin­ing

No star so bright­ly shin­ing

As He

our morn­ing star.

O time of God ap­point­ed

O bright and ho­ly morn!

He comes

the King anoint­ed

The Christ

the vir­gin born;

His home on earth He mak­eth

And man of Heav­en par­tak­eth

Of life again an heir.

O Lord

our hearts awak­en

To know and love Thee more

In faith to stand un­shak­en

In spir­it to adore

That we still heav­en­ward hast­ing

Yet here Thy joy fore­tast­ing

May reap its full­ness there.