He has come, the Christ of God:
Left for us His glad abode;
Stooping from His throne of bliss
To this darksome wilderness.

He has come, the Prince of Peace:
Come to bid our sorrows cease;
Come to scatter with His light
All the shadows of our night.

He the mighty King has come!
Making this poor earth His home;
Come to bear our sin’s sad load,
Son of David, Son of God.

He has come, whose name of grace
Speaks deliverance to our race:
Left for us His glad abode,
Son of Mary, Son of God!

Unto us a child is born:
Ne’er has earth beheld a morn
Among all the morns of time,
Half so glorious in its prime.

Unto us a son is given:
He has come from God’s own Heav’n,
Bringing with Him from above,
Holy peace and holy love.