When Jesus Came to Earth of Old

When Je­sus came to earth of old

He came in weak­ness and woe;

He wore no form of an­gel mold

But took our na­ture poor and low.

But when He com­eth back once more

There shall be set the great white throne

And earth and Heav’n shall flee be­fore

The face of Him that sits there­on.

O Son of God

in glo­ry crowned

The Judge or­dained of quick and dead;

O Son of Man

so pi­ty­ing found

For all the tears Thy peo­ple shed

Be with us in this dark­ened place

This wea­ry

rest­less dan­ger­ous night;

And teach

O teach us by Thy grace

To strug­gle on­ward in­to light.

And since

in God’s re­cord­ing book

Our sins are writ­ten

ev­ery one

The crime

the wrath

the wan­der­ing look

The good we knew

and left un­done.

Lord

ere the last dread trump be heard

And ere be­fore Thy face we stand

Look Thou on each ac­cus­ing word

And blot it with Thy bleed­ing hand.

And by the love that brought Thee here

And by the cross

and by the grave

Give per­fect love for con­scious fear

And in the day of judg­ment save.

And lead us on while here we stray

And make us love our heav’n­ly home

Till from our hearts we love to say

Even so

Lord Je­sus

quick­ly come.